The things I do for fun!
Forever is composed of nows. ~E.D.
I dare think, how Emily Dickinson would have viewed the internet.
The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more — E,D,
The Naked Lunch
The beat before, the chop afterwards.
As I click and read, I think. I formulate a critical opinion.
No wonder, I prefer the road.
Keep body and soul together.
Yes, I surived Hurricane Irma. The question is, will I survive technology?
Paralleling the concepts of fisheyefarm.com. and @everydaypazarazza my instagram account, which celebrates the extraordinary, mediocrity of everyday existence, I keep thinking, “Every one looks like a movie star to me”. Continue reading “Domestic Details”
~ be the boss ~
Meet my new Gravatar. For those that don’t know, a gravatar is a graphic representation of a blog user. It’s your cyber identity. When you like or comment on a post your icon will appear. A person can hover over the image and more information (a profile), will display. My about information is once again empty. Tossed in the trash, to be replaced at a future date.
Having a new name, I wanted a fresh image to represent Fish Eye Farm. Continue reading “Creating My Gravatar”
Zero had walked a long way. She relied on a cane to hold herself straight. Her bamboo staff, swung with her stride; step, step, step.
After years of traveling life, wandering here and there, her shoulders felt the weight of time.
Zippy was bright and with the skinny legs of a new born colt. He had just begun his walk. He had yet to be bruised or broken. He had spent years on his mother’s milk, playing by the shore, doing childish things as children do.
It was circumstance that brought the two together. They were headed in the same direction. Continue reading “Zero and Zippy”