Now I Wanna...
If the thought alone didn't oppress my spirit I'd coat a wall from skirt to ceiling in postcards. Hundreds of little windows on the world and windows into worlds of art. I have enough now to do it and everything.
But.
And there are options of narrowing criteria and specialising. Like installing rotating galleries of theme-specific postcards. Unfortunately, I don't see any of these mini collections peeking (or peaking) above the baseline of carsickness that goes right down through your chassis on drizzly days like today (foggy Friday):
· European tourist towns of the 1960s - '70s replete with Lederhosen Hans, tulip-tipped gardens, steeply pitched chalet rooves, and scenic lookouts with rugged alpine treachery in width-restricted panorama.
· Indigenous art and craftworks from Australia, the Americas and SE Asia. Ochre-hued Warumpi dot paintings photographed respectably exquisitely, modern aerial Utopia Nation layouts, and curlicue-feathered lyrebirds of the Darug. Indian papooses and/or moccasins and/or jewellery.
Free and advertising postcards, one in every fifteen somewhat appealing. Traditional Asia, fluorescent powders, silken fabrics, complicated jewellery, carvings in wood.
· Animals. Raccoon, black bear, grizzly bear, cows, donkey, bison, coyote, buffalo, deer, toad, cat, prairie dog, otter, roadrunner, owl, falcon, robin, chipmunk, squirrel.
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Through the fog and the Fri of the day, I forgot to post this yesterday. Chores got agrip, time marched, and Kenji and I went for a walk. Guess what I saw upon our return - right across the quiet little street running alongside our backyard...
(a) a wallaby
(b) a rooster
(c) a kookaburra
(d) a neighbour I hadn't met yet
Guess away. That way I'll know if the ether answers back.
Now I wanna...
(1) write some postcards
(2) pay some bills
(3) have something to drink
(4) sniff some glue
I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb.
But.
And there are options of narrowing criteria and specialising. Like installing rotating galleries of theme-specific postcards. Unfortunately, I don't see any of these mini collections peeking (or peaking) above the baseline of carsickness that goes right down through your chassis on drizzly days like today (foggy Friday):
· European tourist towns of the 1960s - '70s replete with Lederhosen Hans, tulip-tipped gardens, steeply pitched chalet rooves, and scenic lookouts with rugged alpine treachery in width-restricted panorama.
· Indigenous art and craftworks from Australia, the Americas and SE Asia. Ochre-hued Warumpi dot paintings photographed respectably exquisitely, modern aerial Utopia Nation layouts, and curlicue-feathered lyrebirds of the Darug. Indian papooses and/or moccasins and/or jewellery.
Free and advertising postcards, one in every fifteen somewhat appealing. Traditional Asia, fluorescent powders, silken fabrics, complicated jewellery, carvings in wood.
· Animals. Raccoon, black bear, grizzly bear, cows, donkey, bison, coyote, buffalo, deer, toad, cat, prairie dog, otter, roadrunner, owl, falcon, robin, chipmunk, squirrel.
- - - - -
Through the fog and the Fri of the day, I forgot to post this yesterday. Chores got agrip, time marched, and Kenji and I went for a walk. Guess what I saw upon our return - right across the quiet little street running alongside our backyard...
(a) a wallaby
(b) a rooster
(c) a kookaburra
(d) a neighbour I hadn't met yet
Guess away. That way I'll know if the ether answers back.
Now I wanna...
(1) write some postcards
(2) pay some bills
(3) have something to drink
(4) sniff some glue
I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb.