My monument contra tyranny and censorship. The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword, inspired by the artists massacred at Charlie Hebdo magazine 2015 and the Bataclan. 17th months into it.. Send me email and I’ll send photos and video. Dont know how to do that here.Judson is flying over - April- while I’m at Tuscany foundry.I let Creatives stay at my utilitarian apartment 52 meters while I am away.
Good point about the correlation of the photo and text! There really isn’t a direct correlation, my old college roommate and rekindled friend Quinner just sent me that picture from a recent trip we took together. In that picture we are happy Kings with no cares at all! The poem sort of ignited like the fire in my fireplace and I can’t be responsible for the random embers and sparks that popped out. Hope all is well EM!
Oh, yeah. Good old days. Never was a scout either. Though what Mrs. Marsh was cooking smelled more like a sewing circle?
She tried to make us scouts, but only her son wore the uniform proudly.
My monument contra tyranny and censorship. The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword, inspired by the artists massacred at Charlie Hebdo magazine 2015 and the Bataclan. 17th months into it.. Send me email and I’ll send photos and video. Dont know how to do that here.Judson is flying over - April- while I’m at Tuscany foundry.I let Creatives stay at my utilitarian apartment 52 meters while I am away.
Will do. So glad JSV is visiting.
More random embers-cozy cozy. Nippy cold here in Paris. Grey moody skies until today-brilliant clear cerulean blue. xxx
What are you creating these cerulean days?
Rules rules rules
I got thrown out of Brownies.
My first taste of injustice as it was the error of another 6 year old mean girl. Amazing it starts so early.
Correlation of photo and text missed me.
em in Paris
And yeah, it was the rules. We don’t like rules.
Good point about the correlation of the photo and text! There really isn’t a direct correlation, my old college roommate and rekindled friend Quinner just sent me that picture from a recent trip we took together. In that picture we are happy Kings with no cares at all! The poem sort of ignited like the fire in my fireplace and I can’t be responsible for the random embers and sparks that popped out. Hope all is well EM!
More embers please
Banana seat survivor myself!!!!