I am convinced that notificataions on my phone and laptop are the bane of this tecno existence. They are the poking of a button that reminds directly the addictive release of endorphins to be near. "Hey--pellets available!" - the Pavlovian response. "Hey--do this release. Don't think." Deliberation is delayed for immediate cessation of curiosity. An… Continue reading Notified of My Addiction?
Will was too busy after all to attend me in Newcastle. I museum-delved without him to see a marble statue visible though the window. Lovers entwined, ecstatic kiss. Every angle a blissful depiction. Feeling worse, I exit to the sloping street. Wander, wander, wander. Then a barrel-shaped wagon on a pedestrian triangle. Bright colors, purple red,… Continue reading Gypsy Wagon
But I can’t believe that living space doesn’t matter. I am in a mood to design yet another perfect residence.
Who in the universe is compatible?
From my brother, the master at portrait and scenic art--especially stipple inked...Check these out! "Hello, faithful readers. It’s time for one of those Blogs you all wait for… NEW IMAGES! In today’s offering, we have new portrait artwork. Actually, TWO new images. These are samp…" Source: New Artwork!
"These photos were taken" by my brother, Craig Smith "in a tourist-y section near downtown called 'Old Sacramento'. So most everything is themed or restored to the Gold Rush days of the 1800s." So proud of my talented brother! Source: Getaway in Sacramento - Photos
Yet I still felt small and contracted the further east we got. Maybe the hills were closer together. Maybe I was nervous