Cibo Matto Knows Their Chicken

springy

when i stepped outside this morning the first word that came to mind was "glorious". super fresh and bright spring, birds singing and trees budding. these pictures don't really do it justice.

Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door

(Bear River Mountains to the East and Forsythia in bloom)

The Wellsville Mountains across the valley (looking West)

f@%*ing fingerpicks

i've been intermittently playing around with the banjo. decided to try out the DGdg tuning as suggested by Mirek Patek (he's really good, and has some nice instruction at his website)

the fingerpicks are a challenge to get used to, awkward. here's a snippet of cripple creek, very slow...