First light on a cold morning. The mind is seldom free of have to’s, need to’s. The warmth of the bedding around the shoulders anchors one. I can hear the wind. I’ll close my eyes for a little while longer.
Not to pull you away from the Magic looming beyond the arch, but that arch suggests so much doesn’t it? Time, weather, magic, and design. Such things are beyond my ability to fathom. So, when I came upon a site explaining design, math and construction I thought I would share it with those of you that can not only write well but comprehend mathematics. Now go back to the Magic and writer’s imagination.
A beautiful Fall day, walking in a pioneer cemetery yielded some pleasant discoveries for SwittersB
A little photographic celebration of Penny the Cat at SwittersB