Dodging Bullets-

Our Friends Remind Us of Prudent Choices.

Cutters/Tour De Fat

No, not to cut in line. No, we're not into body modification.
Breaking Away.
It was a good day.

Scribble Quick. What we invented, I am now ending.

Face Punch.Genuine Happiness. Or At Least A Really Pure Smile.
To Nick and Emilie!
The GCSB.
Working on 1707...

All Hands In- (some older [yet still of recent] photos, since working the past 6/6 shifts with 16 hour days included yielded no new productions)

It's passing at the speed of blur.
To the company you keep. Keep trying.
And it's piquant and distinctly vivid.

And we should all be proud, and hardly humble about it.
But safe, always safe- keeping cool and composed.

Like I said, at the speed of blur.Keep moving; tick-tock, those things can be dangerous, you know?

IN A STATION OF THE METRO

During my Colorado visit I found Ezra Pound's Biography at a used book store [in Denver].
In turn, it made me think of why I keep coming back to this poem:



The apparition of these faces in the crowd ;
Petals on a wet, black bough.



(I haven't [yet] found a way to articulate my conclusions)