Fox Lake area goods

S.E. of Twin Lakes, WI is a lake known as Fox Lake. I do not know if this is anything to do with the urban fox, but the area is known as a goods [sic?] photography spot and has yielded many 'great shots' over the years. There is also a 'Pell Lake' to the West of Twin Lakes. There are also lakes with names such as 'Wonder Lake' and 'Powers Lake'.

In short, Wisconsin [baby] is a very lakey area, and as such, seems to take on further importance in the case. Perhaps all of these lakes in close proximity are all testing grounds for soft cell activity, perhaps not.

The map co-ordinates of the area are found here. You may find other clues which I have missed in my haste.

Unprovoked speculation...

foxes are common as the pigeon in most urban centres/suburban areas; like a world famous celeb they need no introduction. used to watch a family of them living on garage rooves out the back of my ex-ex-residence. oft bumped into when crossing the road home after late night sessions at jason's place. them frozen in the road, not expecting to be interrupted from their scavenge at 3am. but regardless, indeed WHY?

re-naturising the urban area may be a possible motivation for the woollen warriors we are investigating.

must admit, am struggling to make much progress in the case; am suffering from time restrictions and internet backalley connectivity problems both at work and at home. laptop battery issues making simple tasks difficult. freelance project and band development soaking up time and energy like wool soaks up water. it may be a month or so before i have the time, mental space and resources to develop the case further. it occurs to this investigator that perhaps the michigan group are trying to knit a new, softer American Dream to replace the spikily deviated one which has appeared to have taken over since the Nixon era. This is based on unprovoked speculation without even so much as spam, gossip or a made-up name to back it up. It may be a breakthrough in the case or be completely inconsequential.

interestingly, i learned recently of a fabric spinning device known as the 'water frame'.

this may be a connection, it may not. i am not sure how the roads link up.


cotton-eye joe

Crying wolf...

Just been to the shoeshine. Collar up I squeezed through the trashcans and found the usual alley fire escape steps with the smells of curry and laundry. Jack the Squid hasn’t heard anything about wolves. Foxes, yes. He mentioned an Edinburgh University rabies research scene that he figured might be involved in the rumours I put past him. But I think whoever posted this information in the Forest Café was crying wolf. I might see if my EPPS man has put any new shots in his gallery lately...

The Big Fox

I believe I know who / what EPPS is. I have met him (or rather a member of the group) without knowing it. EPPS is none other than the Edinburgh Photographic and Photojournalistic Society, a covert branch of IPPS, the International Photographic and Photojournalistic Society (also sometimes referred to as the International Photo-Press Society). Bells rang when I first investigated the online works of Contact B, met in the Cumberland Club. It included stuff that could only be considered journalistic – including images of war graves and international conference attendees.

The Cumberland Club, I now realise, is the base of the EPPS. Contact B may even be the very same member who took photographic images while exploring the catacombs of Peru. He certainly will be aware of the images taken, with a personal interest due to his own great lakes background. I believe his allusion to an urban fox he has located, of which he refuses to tell the authorities the location, can only be code. An urban fox is a perfect symbol for an underground fugitive living undetected within a city, like so many of the individuals involved in this investigation.

Certainly, Contact B (B for Brian EPPS, perhaps), does also photograph real urban foxes, however I am now certain that he and I were thrown together on that fateful night for reasons other than the discussion of actual ‘foxes’. Rather, it was understood that the fox in question was a ‘big fish’ in our investigations.

I feel sure from our investigator’s earlier contact with EPPS that they must also be following the case closely. They may know more than ourselves. They may even be in contact with the group/s or individuals involved, possibly in a partisan, non-neutral way. Certainly, my Brian EPPS was insistant the cover of the BIG FOX in question was on no account to be blown.

I must return to the Cumberland Club…

An anecdote

Here goes official account of my meeting two days ago at the Cumberland Club.

Thursday: Successful hitch to Ullapool with a young lady from Brighton (and her mother), the young lady is not relevant to the case except to point out that she had the most wonderful soft light brown hair on her arms, and was a wonderful human being besides. I was weak as a dog from throat infections. Bus journey to Edinburgh uneventful.

Friday: Kooper Bloomfield Stills Super Session acquired in backbeat, along with Patti Smith Horses also on vinyl. Also Pearl Jam Ten on vinyl acquired previously in Vinyl Villains.

Saturday:
8.00pm: Acquired around 12 black ballpoints from pizza express Sat pm. (The owner was dumping them after 10 mins of use, due to ease of acquisition and basic mental and emotional disassociation with resources) – sufficient ammunition for any remaining journalism to occur, though case was at this point forgotten to the investigator.
10.00pm: Approached the Cumberland Club. Drinking screwdrivers.
12.30: Contact A sighted, being interrogated by R.G.
1.00am: Contact A approached. Introduced by R.G. through accusation by R.G. of Contact A’s hair being flicked backwards into face of the investigator (false).
Name is Candy, from Port X on the coast of L. Huron. Various information. Investigator decided to come clean about the case. Contact A suggests L. Superior most likely location of the hidden State of Michigan; ‘because Lake Superior is bigger than the State of Michigan’. Contact A corrects investigator’s pronunciation of Michigan (Should be ‘Mishigan’, not ‘mitchigan’ as investigator had been saying).
1.30am: Contact B approaches investigator. Accent like Loyd Grosman only more drug-addled.
‘That’s my wife you’ve been talking to.’
‘I know’ (smilingly).
Contact B reveals he is a freelance photojournalist who tracks urban foxes. ‘There’s this one, but I can’t tell you, or they’ll...[slurring – I don’t know who they are or what they would do.]

Contact B tells investigator the location of said urban fox. For now at least, this investigator will refer to location as E.B.G. “My friends tell me send these pictures to the newpapers. I can’t do that…” … He is still on its trail. “I would give myself a 97% chance of tracking this fox.” At this point investigator has grabbed 1 of his ballpoints and is hastily scribbling notes on the back of contact B’s business card. He notices; looks alarmed or confused. ‘It’s okay, I’m just making a few notes.’