Archives for 2019

Tuck in the sheets, especially at the corners.

The rest will take care of itself.

Served with honey, treacle and maple syrup, life was, how do you say – sweet.

A lemon was a car that never worked from new.

Yet it was all that was needed to moderate the sweetness.

The embarrassed bankers.

They are uncomfortable and wriggle in their seats when there is a credit balance on a credit card.

This is the billboard for the new absurdity.

But let us laugh, sip from a cup with a good friend, for the only honesty left now is with those close and long-trusted.

Perhaps nothing has change and this was always true but we never realized it. I’m satified there are better things, almost everywhere!

They are clearing the streets.

Signs are posted announcing a temporary ban on parking.

An event is on the way. People are on their way.

It will get crowded, excitement charging the air, then it will be back to the usual pattern. Every day people will park, then return to their cars and drive away.

Perhaps the event is the “usual pattern” and when the signs come down there is a pause between one batch of the usual and the next. Perplexing.

The dirt was of value as a cataloging system, like the way Sherlock Holmes needed the dust on books to indicate their relative use and recency.

The film was shown on an old projector, rattling and noisy. But the worst part was the scratched and marked lens which made every movie seem like it was filmed in the middle of a desert dust storm.

Dust and dirt mark the spot, and sometimes create the context.

No country for the obsessively clean!

Up to here is as far as it goes, but tomorrow, the sky’s the limit.

An appealing introduction to the new interplanetary subdivision.

Half-life estates and ocean size swimming pools heated by solar retrace and capture.

Endless fountains and crystal clear, pure water.

We love the designs.

We want “in”. But. But something causes us to pause.