Saturday, November 22, 2008 - Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL
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Portrait of LD at dawn - Foscue Creek Park, Nov 22, 2008
What a beautiful morning
It's cold here this morning but it's dawned a bright sunny day. I've been up since 3:00AM and now that dawn is here I'm off for a walk in the park to see if I can get a few pictures before the mist rises off the river.
[Update] Not much luck with the pictures. I still haven't settled my traveling mud enough to concentrate on the finer points of this photography business. I have a couple photos that might show up here in the next few days but nothing exciting enough to resist being bumped by better stuff to come.
Night camp
Site 45 - Foscue Creek Campground, Demopolis AL
- This is a well maintained US Army Corps of Engineers campground with level paved sites, most with full hookups
- Many sites overlook the water of the inlets off Demopolis Lake on the Tombigbee River
- There is good biking on the park roads
- The campground is pretty full Thanksgiving week and is generally booked solid the weekend of the Demopolis Christmas on the River festival in early December.
- Poor Verizon cell phone service - access is via Extended Network, roaming
- No Verizon EVDO service - access is via the Extended Network and service varies is slow but reliable
- Only 3 miles to Wal-Mart and other services in Demopolis AL
- Find other references to Foscue Creek
- List the nights I've camped here
- Check the weather
- Reserve a site
- Get a map
Sincerity Itself is Bullshit
As conscious beings, we exist only in response to other things, and we cannot know ourselves at all without knowing them. Moreover, there is nothing in theory, and certainly nothing in experience, to support the extraordinary judgement that it is the truth about himself that is the easiest for a person to know. Facts about ourselves are not peculiarly solid and resistant to skeptical dissolution. Our natures are, indeed, elusively insubstantial - notoriously less stable and less inherent than the natures of other things. And insofar as this is the case, sincerity itself is bullshit.
On Bullshit, Harry G. Frankfurt, pg 66