There is no theme here. Just a sort of diary of interests, kept for no good reason.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
over the rainbow
I had a bad dream--a raven told me to fly away home, and said I'd return nevermore. Ah, but it's not true--it's not bad to be home, and we will go back. Actually, I'm not sure it was even a raven. It's a black bird that hangs at the beach and makes lots of noise.
This is a masterpiece. And better behaved, I daresay, than the real swan that glided right up to me and nipped my leg over at The Beach hotel. Mr. Swan can't tell a pez dispenser from a corn dispenser.
I put some pictures up over there. And I did NOT eat cheeseburgers:)