The boy found a backpack. She added a leash.
She’s leading him around the dining room. He’s barking like a dog.
They’ve recreated the album cover in Spinal Tap.
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The pink foam block glared the room from the sofa.
Three Puppies with a Crate and a Bunch of Grapes (1575–1580) by Joris Hoefnagel. -
A little knowledge went a long way in Finnish markka.
I woke up stressed about all the stuff we had to do.
Started the morning with an arguement.
Rough.
A little at a time and suddenly there’s a feeling of impending accomplishment.
We still have plenty to do, but less than twelve hours ago.
Egrets and Reeds in Moonlight (1926) by Ohara Koson. -
The lone matteress pad bottomed out onto the frigid tile floor.
My parents brought us vegetables from their garden.
I sat with my mom in the shade of the apple tree.
She stripped goji leaves off their twigs. The kids rode their scooters on the patio.
Is there a more powerful magick than a quiet afternoon with dappled light?
Vintage floral patterns, Art Nouveau flower pochoir stencil print for fabric and textile designs. 1925 edition of Suggestions for stuffs and carpets: 60 color motifs by E. A. Séguy -
The calculator drawled in a muted tongue.
The evening went to the park.
Kids had fun.
We saw purple hills and orange skies.
And ate a tardy dinner.
Green Squares (from series, the Mathematical Basis of the Arts) (ca. 1934) painting in high resolution by Joseph Schillinger. -
The pens chatted all night as they lay on the notebook watching the ceiling fan trace lazy loops in the sky.
I’ve been playing around with Interstitial Journaling the last couple of days. It is a very promising productivity technique. Will write more about it in the future if the practice keeps up.
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Red and yellow monsters shadowed the boat.
The boy has a favorite park that we discovered on Sunday. One of the perks of working from home is joining him on a visit this morning. But of course now I need to work late.
Life is a series of tradeoffs, but this is a nice one.
Fishermen from Momoyogusa–Flowers of a Hundred Generations (ca. 1909–1910) by Kamisaka Sekka. -
Her elbows peeked out beyond the covers.
I spent an hour walking around Spring Mountain (Vegas’s Suburban Chinatown) while waiting for my car’s oil to be changed. It was a bit like Rip van Winkle, but since it was early, there was no one to confront.
Visciola Cherries (Cerasus visciola) from Pomona Italiana (1817 – 1839) by Giorgio Gallesio (1772-1839). -
A slightly tarnished mirror told him a different story.
Dead bird (1919) by Julie de Graag (1877-1924). Original from The Rijksmuseum, via rawpixel. We went to the park yesterday. On the concrete bench was the twig like leg of a bird. I didn’t look for the rest of the body.
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Iron and Bronze clashed as Jade reigned supreme.
I stayed obsessed with the Max game board, so here is another version, with 1.5″ squares, which is a better fit for our pieces from Animal upon Animal.
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Red and pink foot mittens were scattered in the corridor.
I made a game board for Max to play with my Animal Upon Animal pieces. Originally it was hand drawn, then on legal paper in AutoCAD, and finally now in lettersized format. This is version 9. Lots of little tweaks here and there, but I’m happy with it.
I’ve never been a great graphic designer, but a some time and many iterations makes me passable.