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Villa Pictoral History
Bellingham's undiscovered northern beaches are prime locations for driftwood structures. "The Villa" was one of the most elaborate and had become a destination for many Bellingham beach explorers until the folks from the Cliffside neighborhood chainsawed everything resembling art on the beach. Peace through destruction, not.

Photography by Scot Ranney
Pictures of the Bellingham area and more. Beautiful, intersting, frightening, curious... photographs of Bellingham beaches, scenery, art, Chuckanut area, Mt. Baker Ski Area, and more.

Things That Scot Writes
When the time comes to scribble, Scot can be a serious writer, however with proper precautions it will never happen. The writings located herin are a testament to interesting word usements without being serious.

Learn Jazz Piano: Free jazz piano lessons and information on Scot's site devoted to the art of jazz piano. Extensive forums, lessons, and downloadable files offer more jazz piano resources than a person could use in a lifetime.
 
Thyme for Sage Advice: herb growing tips and how to avoid common problems while growing herbs such as basil, oregano, thyme, saphron, and others.


Old Tyrinth stuff:
Area 52Aspen Photos (plus others)
Gateway to Reality BBS (historical)
Greene Point
Mushy Joe: 12
Lewis Carrol's, The Hunting of the Snark

Fit VIII

The Vanishing

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.

They shuddered to think that the chase might fail,
And the Beaver, excited at last,
Went bounding along on the tip of its tail,
For the daylight was nearly past.

"There is Thingumbob shouting!" the Bellman said,
"He is shouting like mad, only hark!
He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head,
He has certainly found a Snark!"

They gazed in delight, while the Butcher exclaimed
"He was always a desperate wag!"
They beheld him--their Baker--their hero unnamed--
On the top of a neighboring crag.

Erect and sublime, for one moment of time.
In the next, that wild figure they saw
(As if stung by a spasm) plunge into a chasm,
While they waited and listened in awe.

"It's a Snark!" was the sound that first came to their ears,
And seemed almost too good to be true.
Then followed a torrent of laughter and cheers:
Then the ominous words "It's a Boo-"

Then, silence. Some fancied they heard in the air
A weary and wandering sigh
Then sounded like "-jum!" but the others declare
It was only a breeze that went by.

They hunted till darkness came on, but they found
Not a button, or feather, or mark,
By which they could tell that they stood on the ground
Where the Baker had met with the Snark.

In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He had softly and suddenly vanished away---
For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.

The End

patron: "Hey, let's have some JAZZ music!"
sax: "What kind of fish does he want?"
drums: "Give him some tea. He wants tea."
bass: "How about we phase him and THEN take the oreos?"
piano: "I heard about that tea."
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