Trag Appreciation

[Ello Sailor]

[doug rr]

I’m still feeling my way through things here, but it seems like this guy is a pretty big part of the community. He seems to be pretty active here.

he's a photo bomber

[Sloppy Dupree]

I’m still feeling my way through things here, but it seems like this guy is a pretty big part of the community. He seems to be pretty active here.

he's a photo bomber

How so?

I’m also noticing how many posts people have here. When I see someone with more than 50,000 posts I feel very impressed. That takes a lot of dedication. It also seems like there’s quality to go with the quantity.

[doug rr]

I’m still feeling my way through things here, but it seems like this guy is a pretty big part of the community. He seems to be pretty active here.

he's a photo bomber

How so?

I’m also noticing how many posts people have here. When I see someone with more than 50,000 posts I feel very impressed. That takes a lot of dedication. It also seems like there’s quality to go with the quantity.

there's a great pic out there..also I could have went with he's a pho bomber..

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Sloppy Dupree]

I’d love to see that picture. I assume it’s in the photo album thread but the page count is too daunting.

[doug rr]

we all love you trag..

[E.H. Ruddock]

That’s trag leaning in on the left in front of Doc, then Chloe, strat, myself, bammer, and bodysnatcher

[bodysnatcher]

this pic always entertains

[wease]

Haha!

[Sloppy Dupree]

Looks like a fun crowd! But the second guy from the right (Bammer?) looks photoshopped or something. The head seems slightly off.