Mr. Kraft does life

dear friend,

come outside; get down with the lonesome sound system on a choice grass-patch between the carrots and the sunflowers. we’ll supply the music, you bring your ears.
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farmer erin has welcomed everyone to bring tents to stay the night, blankets and pillows to rest your sore legs. come and stay a while.
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=who= mr. kraft [flatpastic; nomadic] + PatSplit [B-lo] + you and your dancing amigas
=what= house / disco/ funky / deep / eclectic / yum
=where= Mud Creek Farm, Victor (website) — directions
=when= Friday – 05|18|12 — 7p ’til the stars fall out
=why= we had so much fun last time that we have been waiting for the earth to rotate enough so that we could play outside for you some more…
=how= “This party is outside, kids! Bring food and beverages, warm clothes and anything else you need to get down and party, including (but not limited to) all of your friends in your immediate vicinity.” -erin
vinyl starts spinning when the sun’s still up and will keep on going while the stars are shining. Expect a bonfire.

_s+p

The idea came about naturally, triggered by the onset of sun and warm weather.

“Want to go camping?”

Just like my feelings with large bodies of water, I am hesitant but still curious.

Spontaneity is our structure.  We are free.  Why not go out on a Tuesday?

Letchworth was still so sparsely populated.  Camping hasn’t crossed their minds yet.

Upon the peninsula of the small lake, layers of amber pine needles were gentle under my bare feet.

Spring-colored sunlight projected blues and greens with a clarity unseen for months.

The fire is the evening activity, here.

The volume of the insects around us was unbelievable.  Even in close proximity, our voices were raised to chat.

Morning; cool and so slow.  Another fire.

Rail bridge and waterfall below.  Height and breadth could swallow a tall building.

Thank you for these gifts.

Again, let me know if you want to learn about anything specific. Enjoy,

_S