If you've been reading this blog for a while, you know that one of the things I love most in the world is a sign, some kind of confirmation that I'm on the right track, some kind of guidance on what direction to follow.
This passion sometimes edges over into obsession, as it did when we were driving through British Columbia in June. Not wanting to lose his life at the hands of a distracted driver, Mr. Green took the wheel so I could record the messages the mountains were trying to give me. This way, I figured, I'd be able to take the time to study and decode them. I took scores of pictures.
Here it is late August and I haven't found the time to look at them. Until today.
Anthropology wasn't offered at my college, I've never given more than cursory attention to hieroglyphics and I know nothing about languages which use alphabets other than the Latin one. But I'm fairly certain that these mountains are rife with important information.
Please let me know if you read or see anything I should be aware of!
If I were a musician, I would definitely be thinking about the merits of making an EP.