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The 1886 Crescent Hotel – Eureka Springs, Arkansas

It has been 6.5 years since my first visit. The Crescent remains a timeless and charged place, but not the same to me. I guess I am changed, and there is no going back. Whatever I was looking for passing through this time, it was gone. I am gone. It’s funny the perceptions we hold of the past. We go back to a place, looking to recapture a moment. To capture something that can never be caught. What? It’s a special place, but ultimately it’s just another place along the road of my life. It’s just another stop. Have I seen too much? Have I stayed out too long?

The Crescent is fun, and every bit as crowded as The Stanley. It is best appreciated in retrospect, it seems, as while I was in it all I could hear were the other tourists. But it is fun. To explore the museum on the 4th Floor, and pass others as you roam the hallways. Exchanging smiles of camaraderie and perhaps a bit of embarrassment. Yes, we are all tourists snapping photos in a “haunted” hotel, trying to capture a moment. All looking for something we can’t place, but can almost feel in the air as we go up and down the back staircase.

What is here? I am digging into the corners of my mind trying to remember. But not too much. I don’t really want to know, after all. I just want to tread lightly here on the surface, never getting in too deep. Stay in the shallow end, where the water is warmed by the sun, and your feet can reach the bottom. People can and do drown in the shallow water, but I know how to swim. I am safe swimming here if I stay in my lane. Now, I hear what I want to hear. I see who I want to see. I will mostly just go quietly.

I couldn’t properly process the place until I had many hundreds of miles between us. There is place memory here. It could be the history and all of the death. It could be the geology. Or all of the above, most likely.

I wish I could’ve seen it after the Baker Hospital was cleared out. I wish I could feel it empty, pre-renovation. I wish I could time travel and see it during different periods of the past.

The sheets were fantastic in 401 and dinner in the Crystal Dining Room was great as well. The shower was not great. The foot traffic from the ghost tours might disturb some.

Hotel Alex Johnson – Rapid City, SD

The closest hotel that I have ever stayed in that has invoked the “American Horror Story: Hotel” feel.

Have you seen this Man? Colonel Eldridge and Hotel Eldridge of Lawrence, Kansas

Just a few souvenir photos from a short stay at the Hotel Eldridge in Lawrence, Kansas. While I did not pick up on any “energy” per se, there was something that fascinated me about the back left corner table area of the main lobby. Just a feeling. A fleeting impression of days gone by.

A Short Walking Tour of New York (Binghamton) Inebriate Asylum

Just passing through. Nothing to see here, folks.

On My Bookshelf: Ink and Bone, by Rachel Caine

I finished Ink and Bone earlier this week. This is book one of Rachel Caine’s The Great Library series. This was a thought provoking read about what could have happened if the Great Library of Alexandria had survived; had kept Gutenberg’s printing press from existence; and had kept control of the dissemination of books and knowledge (making personal ownership of books illegal).

A truly terrifying and captivating read! The post-it notes mark all of the passages that reference the personal journals that the characters kept. Oh yes, the Great Library issued  electronic journals to its citizens. Parents were diligent about their children “writing” in their journals every night, and when citizens died, the journals would be seized for The Great Library to archive them.

Page 34: “..the Library provided them free on the birth of a child, and encouraged every citizen of the world to write their thoughts and memories from the earliest age possible. Everyone kept a record of the days and hours of their lives to be archived in the Library upon their deaths. The Library was a kind of memorial, in that way. It was one reason the people loved it so, for the fact that it lent them a kind of immortality.” 

Meanwhile, the Library also used the electronic journals to spy upon its own citizens. Really, really scary. And timely. These people should have kept handwritten journals, not electronic diaries! Perhaps a secret diary journal?

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Ink and Bone by Rachel Caine

Thankfully, we still mostly have the right to be secure in our own papers. Can you imagine what the world would be like if we didn’t have that anymore? Chilling!

Dali17 at the Museum of Monterey

I had no idea that Salvador Dali lived (and worked) in Monterey in the 1940s. Apparently he was also an early Carmel Art Association member. What a treat of an exhibit!

Some selections from the Salvador Dali exhibit at the Museum of Monterey in Monterey, California:

Lithographs with religious themes (Dali was a devout Catholic)

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Planctus Dead in Mortem Soul
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Ego Sum Dominus Deus Tuus
cadaver-in-sepulchra-elisei
Cadaver in Sepulchra Elisei
arca-foederis
Arca Foederis
iosue-fortis-in-bello
Iosue Fortis in Bello
iosias-sepultus-in-mausoleo-patrum
Iosias Sepultus in Mausoleo Patrum

Surreal works with some elements of my favorite theme (melting clocks)

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The Frozen Watches of Space-Time
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Persistence de la Memoire (Tapestry)
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Mystery of Sleep (The Hermit)
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Enigma of the Rose (Death)

As always, we log all of our adventures in our “Play” Journal by Stealth Journals. “Play” is an indexed book journal that should be used to record all of your good times!

A Journal for Non-Fiction Writers

Who knew? I actually published two more books this year. One was a journal for paralegals, and the second is a journal for my fellow non-fiction writers. It can be purchased here: Amazon.

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Product Page for Non-Fiction Writer’s Journal
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Journal for Non-Fiction Writers

The index system is absolutely crucial to me for finding my notes.

Pictured below, is a sample of the daily content section.

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Non-Fiction Writer’s Journal – Sample Interior Daily Content Pages

Lastly, I made a special index section for you to keep track of important events and your progress throughout the year. Accountability much?

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Special Index Section For Managing Your Annual Goals
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Back pages of Non-Fiction Writer’s Journal

I hope you love it as much as I do, and that it keeps you on track. If you purchase, please drop me a line and give me your feedback!

The Walk Up (2016) — infraredrobert

J. N. Adam Memorial Hospital — Perrysburg, New York After determining that the loud, repetitive banging we were hearing was just a door blowing in the morning breeze, we approached the hospital entrance – on our guard…just in case Modified Nikon D100 (Near infrared capture) More of my work can be seen here J. N. Adam Hospital and Tuberculosis Sanitarium

via The Walk Up (2016) — infraredrobert

AMAZING WORK OVER HERE! Go check it out!!

 

On My Bookshelf: The Bertie Project, by Alexander McCall Smith

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The Bertie Project – Alexander McCall Smith

This is the latest installment in the 44 Scotland Street Series. Much like the Isabel Dalhousie series, nothing much happens. This is not to say that the books are about NOTHING. Not so. They are about life. This is my favorite series by Smith.

Alexander McCall Smith sometimes seems to me to be to literature what the great Observational Comics are to comedy. Not always funny, per se, but masters at telling stories about “real” life. And how timely some of these stories are.

In this installment, Smith cracks wise a bit about political correctness, and how everything is out of bounds now “interdicted by self-appointed guardians of sensitivity.” Domenica and Angus have a conversation on which she remarks “Now we’ve come to expect that everybody we see wants to kill us.” A most interesting remark.

Smith is one of my favorite authors, and I think I have read just about every book he has published. Beautiful, beautiful, words.

I was nearly in tears when I thought one of the characters was dying. Although, the description of his last thoughts is perfect. If we must go, please let it be like this:  Page 159 –

“He was aware of movement; some pressure on his arms, as if somebody were pulling him, and for a few moments he resented that there should be this intrusion. But then he felt sleep claim him, and all sensation drained away, faded, and he no longer cared. So this was what it was like to die: it was an abandonment, a giving up, an allowing of life to drain away. It did not mater, he thought. It did not matter.”

The Irene/Stuart relationship is getting interesting and very controversial. I was not in agreement with Stuart’s choice, but I bet many others are.

Lastly, a piece of advice from our friends across the pond:  “Never eat at a restaurant called Momma’s.” Now that remark, I would normally have to take umbrage against. However, I have not eaten at any such establishment called “Momma’s,” although growing up, we often visited “Mama’s.” Well, obviously that’s just different.

Lovely time!

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