While it's not his fault because he didn't know, I blame M. Simon for inspiring this post, which started innocently with a pleasantly haunted photo taken by me inside a former church:

It was when I started to see reflections that I realized my initial effort to photograph what I thought I was photographing had failed. But the reflections seem to lead into something else, so just I stayed with the camera and let them.

I'm honestly not sure what I was trying to photograph, but that's how it came out. It's ethereal, although somewhat "grounded" by the reflections of my hands holding the camera under the peculiar "ball" image. I have no idea how it happened, but it pleased me enough to put it on the blog.

M. Simon's earlier post reminded me of the Grateful Dead, and I thought of "The Eleven." Like "Uncle John's Band," it has an unusual time signature.

As its name suggests, this is in 11/8 time, mostly played as three beats of three followed by a beat of two - but with all sorts of variations played against each other.

This gem from 1968 is classic unadulterated acid rock at its best (if you're impatient, "The Eleven" starts at 3:17).

Outside in the yard, a head seemed to scream as the ivy league closed in: