Highway 501

What I imagine my Highway 501 looks like.

Frames and onions

Frames of reference, frames of mind, reframing, change your mindset, change your mind, mind how you change. Reframe your philosophy if you are a philosopher. Aren't we all philosophers? I don't know. What I do know is that the above image featuring a frame of sorts that reflected my frame of mind when I made... Continue Reading →

Little fallen onions

I find something appealing about marbles. The irrational but ever-present child in me wants them.

Art everywhere

Vague recollections of batiks smelling of hot wax in the art room at school.

Fallen onions

Watering the spot of the fallen seeds has been an exercise in boredom.

Tractor ride

That's what is bound to happen when you tramp up and down a two-kilometre stretch with a hoe in your hand.

Straight lines

Giotto (c. 1267-1367) demonstrated his artistic skill by drawing a perfect circle without the aid of a pair of compasses. Upon learning this story from my sister when much younger, I did idle away some time trying to do the same, and then overlaying a compass-drawn circle on my pathetic efforts. The results convinced me... Continue Reading →

Onion sequel

As a hedge against the possible failure of the perfect seedling tray, I decided to plant a very short row of seeds in another bed.

Old man’s sleeve

Of course, it is not the ash of burnt roses beneath the soil.

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