Pictures, news and updates from the Byrnes and their fledgling spiritual community in Chatham County, North Carolina; as collected by Julie (the eldest) and Monica (the youngest).
In the right place at the right time...I was quoted in the News & Observer, while watching a historic home get demolished. (A very Buddhist exercise.) However, I remember saying something much more scandalous than what's actually quoted. Ah well.
Mark writes awesome blurbs about Not For Tourists: Atlanta, which highlights the real insider goodies for true Atlanteans. See his most recent publication here, about an "authentic" music store (and he should know!).
Clare wrote a wonderful letter about new directions in modern dance and dance writing. It appears on the web log of Apollinaire Scherr, a dance critic for The New York Times.
The family gathered here for our first Christmas away from Annville. We took walks in the forest and admired the newly-built cabins; see wonderful pictures here. Christmas Eve saw us sitting around a roaring campfire under the stars...roasting shrimp on skewers and cooking oyster stew in a cast-iron pot among the coals (which promptly boiled over). Mrs. Feather's Christmas cookies disappeared very quickly; I am afraid some "species" did not even make it past the first grazing.
Dad bought thirteen acres of land in rural Chatham County, North Carolina. At first, we simply called the land "the Butters tract." These pictures were taken when the land was still paradisial terra nova - no cabins, no gardens, no sheds. All the probability curves still uncollapsed.
At long last, Dad sold the house in Annville. At Easter time - new life, right? - we packed up a 24-foot truck and said goodbye to the house that had been our home for almost thirty years. Here are some beautiful pictures from that weekend.