I shall ramble on.

I'm a flake. I haven't posted since the summer, but forgive me (if any readers are left.) I promise to enliven this thing. I swear, my mind is twirling with ideas. For now, my current inspirations:

Surrealism.

Millet's Angelus.

Swann's Way.
"And just as the Japanese amuse themselves by filling a porcelain bowl with water and steeping in it little crumbs of paper which until then are without character or form, but the moment they become wet, stretch themselves and bend, take on color and distinctive shape, become flowers or houses or people, permanent or recognizable, so in that moment all the flowers in our garden and in M. Swann's park, and the water-lilies on the Vivonne and the good folk of the village and their little dwellings and the parish church and the whole of Combray and of its surroundings, taking their proper shapes and growing solid, sprang into being, towns and gardens alike, from my cup of tea."

Walks around my neighborhood.