I got to know the Garden Poet, a.k.a Keith Ecklund, when we hired him to do some extensive landscaping on our previously unpoetic yard. Whereas another prospective landscaper was going to prepare a detailed computerized plan, showing every detail of what they planned to do, Keith basically showed us the landscaper's equivalent of the proverbial business plan sketched on the back of a cocktail napkin, a very sketchy conceptual outline, and said "trust me."
We did, and we ended up loving his work. I enjoyed looking out the window and seeing Keith perched on the seat of his idling tractor, calmly pondering the seemingly chaotic piles of dirt he had been bulldozing around. Then, still planless, aside from his inner vision, he would put the tractor into gear and set about on the next phase of his artistic creation. We never had much of a clue about what he was doing until it was done; then we liked it (usually).
Keith just sent me some HinesSight-stimulated thoughts that beg to be posted for wider consumption. Keith says that he has thought about starting his own weblog many times, but gets cold feet. I think he needs to get a footwarmer. Anyone who can write, and think, like this is a born blogger.