Passion = Truth? How Jeffrey James Francis Ircink Sees The World? I love when people are passionate about something. That surging of emotion is the one honest measure of what truth is. It's a truthful display of how a person really feels about something or someone at that particular moment. That passion IS truth.



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Greendale, Wisconsin, United States
Ex-producer of THE REALLY FUNNY HORNY GOAT INTERNATIONAL SHORT FILM FESTIVAL, playwright, actor, singer, outdoorsman, blogger, amateur photog, observer & bitcher, Beach Boys groupie, Brett Favre fanatic, lover of everything Celtic and forever a member in the Tribe of HAIR. Spent most of my life in the Village of Waterford, a small town just outside of the Milwaukee suburbs. After 12 years in North Hollywood, Bel Air and Culver City, Cali, I moved back to Wisconsin in September 2009. No regrets - of moving to LA OR moving back to WI. Have traveled to Belfast, Ireland, Dayton (OH), Manhattan, Seattle, Cedar Rapids, New York, Miami and Sydney, Australia with my plays. Moved back into the Village of Greendale where I was born. Life is good.

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Thursday, July 9, 2009

#17 - "Grace Notes from a Bohemian in Wanderlust." Avoca.

("Grace Notes from a Bohemian in Wanderlust" is a series of posts about my 3.5 week May vacation in Seattle, Chicago, Milwaukee, Lake Tomawk, WI and Miami. They're in no particular order - you can type "Grace Notes" in the upper left hand corner of the search feature and all the past posts will pop up.)


There's one special place in a little town named Avoca, WI where my brother goes 'shroomin' for morel mushrooms (that's Jason above). If you've never tried them, you're missing out. It's a delicacy (you've got perhaps a 2-week window in the spring to pick them) and they're expensive if you have to buy them. $25-35 a pound fresh. I've seen dried morels advertised for $220 a pound. Not unlike caviar or truffles.

It's private property - 1,000 acres. If you step foot on it you WILL get shot, guarantee it. Jas and I spent a day and a half there enroute to our fishing spot in Lake Tomahawk back in May. Click on READ MORE! and come take a looksee.

Real log cabin. No heat, but it has electricity. 1,000 acres like I said. This view is from the main road.

Here's a closer look.

Those buck have all been shot with gun or bow on this property. My brother has one up there...I think it's toward the bottom - way in the back. Ask any of the "regulars"...they know whose is who's. Who's is whose?

Saw this plaque on the wall. Made me think about our fishing trip we were enroute to in Lake Tomahawk. Made me think of PETA too (they don't like us fishin' neither). They just don't understand.

Calf and her momma.

Barns have a lot of character, if you didn't already know that. I spent some time taking headshots of this one.



Jas and one of the regulars (foreground) visiting from Florida relaxing on the porch. Nice guy - can't recall his name now.

That's the barn I was taking pictures of earlier. In an unintentional ode to "Edgar Sawtelle", this shot turned out hazy but I liked it. Justyna thought it was wonderful (my friend who recommended the book, "The Story of Edgar Sawtelle" to me).

2 comments:

Texas Cattlewoman said...

Stunning photos of a farm! And barns do have their very unique character unto themselves. I love the big barns of the NE and Midwest! As I sit a 40x80 expansion is being done to our barn.....new, no long lived character yet...maybe someday.

Kim

greendale said...

Got some of the mushrooms from your mom last year, but none this year. They really are delicious!!!

 
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