Extolling, and embodying, the virtues of creativity, and creative writing, to save the world. (Or, at least, myself.)
Or, in this case, "pear"-fect... Certainly not perfect, but, as they say, don't let the pursuit of perfection get in the way of "good enough" ("gourd" enough?). I particularly like the shadowing here at the base of the pear, both on the base of the pear itself and beneath. This is the product of the … Continue reading Practice makes perfect…
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You're waiting? For what? For who? You're waiting! And, so, am I. So am I. Why? Because. What else is there? There is seeing in the waiting. There needs to be. * From "Institutional Eyes" (unpublished)
Van Gogh! Jardins! Jardins! Jardins! Sunflowers! SHINE!
The walk through the neighborhood was rounded. That is to say, there were cul-de-sacs, yes, but there was, also, fire light. Amber glow. It was October, or might have been. Or April, amidst the rains, even, but it was, definitely, the northeast. Bidenomics ruled the day. Or would. Always would. Always had. Amtrak Joe. … Continue reading “On Making the Rounds”
https://youtu.be/-ghfKSXVFwM?feature=shared Because. And that is why.
You know.
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_kI7dQE6QniQg8ELrrSGU8e2dWNNFvM5ZI&feature=shared Tree of Life Start the climb Branch by branch Start the way... Hand-by-hand... The Leaves. Now's OUR Chance.
Or ANY... Thing of it is, my maternal grandmother's name is Livia. It is an ODD name, REALLY... Olivia, but without the O. In my attempts to discern my Own HIStory, I investigated, a little bit, the NATURE of OUR history; that is, to say... My FAMILY history. I discovered TWO definitions for Livia. One … Continue reading NOT TO BE…
Observations from the Brink 