EDitorial ± 21-Feb-2003
Colour Of My Parachute
If I was the type that noticed these things, I'd remark that winter seems to be slowly blooming into spring, and that Mother Nature is awakening from her slumbers. But I'm not, and that kind of language is rather too opal fruity (Starbursty, if you will) for these pages.
Still, while lopping bits of tree earlier this week, it felt good to be out with the sun beating down on my Maine New England fleece. Baa!
Enough with the discourse: let's see some priddy colours captured out at the in-laws this past Wednesday:
Quite pleasing to the eye, ay what?
If You Take Away With You Nothing Else
Paint the whole world:
- hey look, old yellow's leaving
- soylent green, nasty stuff
- smart old blue he took the Milky Way
- black and white and red all over
Be seeing you!