If a rant blooms on a blog and nobody reads it… Well. It’s a good thing I don’t worry about viewer eyeballs.
Meanwhile the debate rages on re art and use of digital imaging. It’s enough to send me to an analog cave somewhere.
If a rant blooms on a blog and nobody reads it… Well. It’s a good thing I don’t worry about viewer eyeballs.
Meanwhile the debate rages on re art and use of digital imaging. It’s enough to send me to an analog cave somewhere.
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The test of an adventure is that when you’re in the middle of it, you say to yourself, ‘Oh, now I’ve got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home.’ And the sign that something’s wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure.


For what it’s worth, I read it.
Awww. I appreciate my regular posse!
That’s why I sent you birch trees.
I got some good birches recitation time in over the past couple days. Had to pick up my photography stuff. The ride was well worth it with all that sun shininess.