A scene from the garden, more or less
A scene from the garden, more or less
As I listen for the whistle, lie awake and wait
Wish the railroad didn’t run so near
‘Cause the rattle and the clatter of that old fast freight
Keeps a-makin’ music in my ear.
Go bum again…
Imagine that you are Dante, and Virgil points out to you a group of web developers who in life wrote code that hijacked users’ back buttons to redirect them to sports-betting sites. In which circle of hell do they reside, and what is their eternal punishment?
Practice carvings and a preliminary sketch. I have to carve new flower designs before I know how to draw them.
Just applied for my first art show. Fingers crossed and whatnot.
How medievals designed spaces for storing and studying books.
Took several tries to work out this design and I’m still not sure I’m fully happy with it, but it does have a title: “How Shines the Sun,” a line from Goethe’s “Mailied” (May Song). So it may not be perfect, but it has pretensions.
Saw a reference to a “melted” flag at a protest. If you must burn a flag, please at least spring for the all-cotton ones; polyester makes terrible fumes. Don’t you care about the environment?
Vacuum of Space to Decay Sooner Than Expected (But Still Not Soon) In case you didn’t have enough to worry about.
Small (4x4) hummingbird.