Butterdish Goodness October 15, 2009

I’m pretty ass-terrible at finding new places on the grid. I rely heavily on my fellow dorkette, Paulina Oceanlane, to be my guide and also squee like a schoolgirl when Naxos Loon throws me an LM. I always know it’s going to be good, and the monkey delivered again! So I apologize if you guys already know all about Butterdish, but I couldn’t help but share!

(Pose: Olive Juice– Here Comes the Sun)

Butterdish reminds me a lot of AM Radio’s nostalgic feel he gives his installments. You TP in, and you are on a road in the middle of BFE Midwest America circa 1923. It’s tornado season, and there is a mother of one circling the land. But there is a calmness and serenity to this storm’s surroundings. It’s peaceful, even with cows and fence posts flying through the air. There is a surreal beauty in Butterdish that makes you hold your breath. Light beams over the lush green pastures where cows are grazing and rain is falling. A lone tractor is abandoned in a wheat field, and a farmhouse sits vacant next to a quaint little pond. It all paints a lovely scene that makes you feel like you’re inside a painting.

(Pose: Olive Juice– You Really Shouldn’t Drink Before Noon)