Saturday, March 28, 2009

see rock city

destination #2: lookout mountain, georgia
nicknames: rock city
fun fact: over 900 barns in 19 states have "see rock city" painted on their roofs
well known rock city dwellers: this guy

after hitting the big city of nashville, it was time to try the slower paced life of lookout mountain, georgia. lookout mountain, georgia, is home to...well, lookout mountain and rock city. turns out the residents of lookout mountain, georgia are a bunch of stinkin liars, cause lookout mountain isn't a mountain at all, but a large hill plateau.

residents of lookout "mountain", georgia: 0
wikipedia: 1

although rock city appeared to be rather rocky.

anyway, despite the fact that it is NOT a mountain, it was all rather beautiful. i made the trek with my surrogate family, and my best baby buddy diana*. we were greeted by the local mayor of lookout mountain, mr. l.z. stinker. a city ran by a pig. no wonder they think that hill is a mountain.

despite the lack of a real mountain AND the mayoral pig, we continued on with our visit. we had heard rumors of being able to see 7 states from the summit of lookout mountain, a village of mother goose come to life, a 1,000 ton balancing rock and a ledge that caused people in love to jump to their death. wanting to live up to my full baby potential, i wanted to see it all.

walking to the summit of lookout mountain takes you through a lot of caves. caves that at first seemed fun, cooling, natural...

but soon, they started to turn creepy, dark and unnatural. i began to get scared that we might run into bats, or a yeti, or even worse; trolls. i tried to smile for the camera, but i was constantly watching my back.

then without much warning, my family, friend and i were face to face with it. the troll. that coal mining son of a bitch. he insisted i get my photo taken with him, luring me into the darkness. "i have a lantern," he assured me, "everything will be ok".
it was NOT ok. he lead me down a beaten path into a different cave where he asked if i would like to see the mother goose land i had heard about. and i did. i am a baby, why wouldn't i. but what he showed me, i was unprepared for:

i have never learned to read because of this experience.

after escaping my near death experience, my family and i made it back to the daylight, fresh air and uncaveness, only to have this happen...

not cool family...not cool.

oh and i did not see 7 states.

* my best baby friend's name technically have been changed to protect her identity. also thank you to crowolf for your bravery of capturing the images of the mother goose village. your bravery is amazing, and babies like myself appreciate you eternally. you are a true hero

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

the early years

destination #1: nashville, tennessee
nicknames: nashvegas
fun fact: the grand ole opry was originally called the wsm barn dance
well known nashvillian: jack white

ahh yes, the trip that started them all. i stayed a short time in the nashville, tennessee area for about a week in the year 2002. clarksville to be exact (clarkvegas to you locals)...

having never been to the south, i decided it was a good idea to get cultured and check out the state capital building, like a good american. and what did i discover, the city of nashville knew i was coming and made me a welcome sign...OUT OF STONE...

i later took a stroll to the top of capital hill and was beyond shocked when i met someone who had been absent from my life for 18 months, my father...

now, i didn't recognize this man to be my father, nor did i ever think i had one, but as soon as he saw me, he scolded my surrogate family members for holding me incorrectly, as they often did. this "father" man then snatched me up and held me in his arms like no one had ever done before. it was comforting, soothing, silky. he then tried to pass on his parenting skills to my new family...

somehow, i think the lesson was lost forever.

be that as it may, i left nashville with a heavy heart. i will never forget my father, whatever his name was, nor will i ever forget how it felt to be a baby for once.

i'll remember you, nashville, tennessee!!

Saturday, March 21, 2009

hello, and welcome

my name is mable, but you can call me black baby. for those of you who are not familiar with my work, i am a part time traveler...

...and a full time baby.

i was found in the hollow walls of a house owned by a man whose name i can't mention. i was then later adopted by a surrogate family* who encouraged me to travel the world.

thanks to their love and support i have visited some 18 states, 6 countries and 2 continents, and i am just getting started.

please come and read about my travels and enjoy all my many photos, i work hard to do what i do. i look forward to sharing my life with all of you.

goo goo ga ga,
-black baby

*family members and friends faces and names will be scrambled or changed to help keep the paparazzi out of our lives, i am after all just a baby. i will not live the life of mary-kate and ashley olsen or michael jackson. in my eyes, they never had a chance.