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If all the world's a stage, somebody's got to be the audience.

Sunday, November 12, 2023

Detecting More Art

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Continuing a casual habit of inspecting the art work used as set decoration in films and television, I've grabbed a couple of interestin...
Thursday, June 15, 2023

Man of My Dreams

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 For Edward Duke, who would have been 70 on June 17. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud to be a member in good standing of the U.S. branch of The...
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Monday, March 27, 2023

Shadow's Revelation

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  The sunrise cast the same framing shadows this morning that it did two years ago, in the picture above. It suddenly struck me why I never ...
Friday, March 17, 2023

Plastic Tree

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In what had been a bit of a pandemic-induced homebound obsession, I found myself staring out my window frequently, seeking as much nature to...
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Tuesday, December 27, 2022

Books of 2022: Reading List

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Or, technically, read and re-read books. Mostly off my own shelf, but also borrowed and reviewed titles. Listed in chronological order of m...
Sunday, December 25, 2022

Saving Three Wishes

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 It’s a “It’s a Wonderful Life” Clarence fable FADE IN. EXT. AMONG BLUSTERY CLOUDS. NEITHER DAY NOR NIGHT. CLARENCE the “Wonderful Life” Ang...
Thursday, July 14, 2022

Later That Morning

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The only movement crossing the horizon is a bird that's not a crane and a crane that's not a bird. "Little Sky" by Molly J...
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hosaa
HOSAA = (rhymes with mimosa) his/her own self, and all. Or, in Pashto, "comfortable, resting."
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