The Beginning

It is almost Walt Whitman's birthday (May 31, 1819).

"I sound my barbaric Yawp over the rooftops of the world," he penned in Leaves of Grass.

Growing up in the wilds of Vermont, this sentiment is not just beautiful to me but real.

Scaling a Vermont mountain is not the equivalent of conquering Everest, but it does lend itself to that innate human desire to make one's voice heard throughout the mountains and valleys in one's gorgeous line of sight. We have all done it: scaled the mountain, sounded our barbaric yawp.

This is my attempt to sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the electronic universe.