Fireplug
Whom do we credit for this welcoming sidewalk? Who is the architect of this street-wise aesthetic?
16-Rela
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13-Vorc
Literature
Science fiction to read over and over without fail.
12-Oslo
Partnership
If the destination is forevermore, then the journey there requires a worldview where enjoyment is only one of many heavenly experiences. The hellish ones of course get worse & worse.
10-Chin
Patterns
When confronting an obstacle, there’s no reason to run. Start with a better world at the center, overcome the inevitable barriers, then expand to encompass more territory. Impediments need not hinder growth.
10-Good
Condensed
Here’s another post with John Kiltman
05-Heat
Transformation
Found this black & white treasure hanging on the fence in K’s driveway after our hike through the suburbs of San Jose to Dawson Loop. Click on the image to see M’s colorization.
Here’s a black & white line drawing for contrast:
30-Pave
Travel
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy is a wholly remarkable book. It has been compiled and recompiled many times over many years and under many different editorships. It contains contributions from countless numbers of travellers and researchers.
The introduction begins like this:
“Space,” it says, “is big. Really big. You just won’t believe how vastly hugely mindboggingly big it is. I mean you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist, but that’s just peanuts to space. Listen…”
and so on.
21-Pane
Solstice
My sensations were strange. Let me try to explain them.
When I was a child, I well remember a somewhat similar circumstance that befell me; whether it was a reality or a dream, I never could entirely settle.
The circumstance was this: I had been cutting up some caper or other–I think it was trying to crawl up the chimney, as I had seen a little sweep do a few days previous; and my stepmother who, somehow or other, was all the time whipping me, or sending me to bed supperless,–my mother dragged me by the legs out of the chimney and packed me off to bed, though it was only two o’clock in the afternoon of the 21st June, the longest day in the year in our hemisphere.
I felt dreadfully. But there was no help for it, so up stairs I went to my little room in the third floor, undressed myself as slowly as possible so as to kill time, and with a bitter sigh got between the sheets.
Moby Dick, CHAPTER 4, The Counterpane by Herman Melville