A moment of no-truth.
Overhearing someone editing a photo on a device … Can you imagine? In the ‘70s - when you just had to take a good shot?
… and in a fabric store hearing someone talking excitedly about a project. It’s nice to hear someone genuinely thrilled to be sewing.
Life travels along side us and is usually pushing or pulling. The least we can do is stride along - isn't that enough?
I sent a text message that did not get my drift and returned spelling option over again and again. I think this is a common plight of folks that can’t get anywhere near the spelling of a word they want to use. I do not like the solution - to only use words you can spell even though it abbreviates your vocabulary.
exploring exploiting exploding
Splintered dreaming of a library art session. I get there + kb has already started his genius piece from a broken broom + folded trash he found in the street on his way to class. There is an old friend from Germany. I admire the arch that they had just recently reworked - but, is nothing good enough as it is?
Lucid dreaming of appreciating something simply as is.
Thinking of not rethinking schemes to redesign bitterness.
Does this make sense read slowly?
Below: Grounds waiting to become grown up paintings.
“….grounds waiting to become grown-up paintings.” That’s genius. The personification, the wit.ReplyDelete