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Frêsh Fish - Much magic for a little fish.
Frêsh Fish is a combination of new and spirited with the added bonus being that everyone knows that fish is best fresh. The icing on the cake was that my mother’s mother, Lena, always told her and she me, that fish was brain food. So with Frêsh Fish we have spirited and new food for thought, ideas, that ain’t got no stink. I was suppose to eat fish today and did not. I hope I can be forgiven.
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Friday, November 25, 2005
 I am always a little suspect of a woman wheeling about a big knife with the look of glee and abandon in her eyes. © 2005 big box industries I was getting my camera and stuff ready for T-Day making sure the batteries were all charged up and I had plenty of memory. After charging up all the batteries I checked on the external flash I attach to my camera which is especially good for indoor low light shots and can be bounced off the ceiling or walls. One, two, three, Fuck. No flash. Did I mess up the batteries when I charged them? Did I put the batteries back in the external flash unit correctly? Was there something from the camera menu I was suppose to select when using the external flash? The answer to all of these questions was no. I had just forgotten to turn on the external flash. Live, learn, forget, and learn again.  The above is a snap of my "study". I like the contrast of dark and light with this and that dancing in the shadows. © 2005 big box industries Wednesday, November 23, 2005
What does the snap below have to do with Thanksgiving? Well I could make up a story but in truth it is just my latest whatever.  I am very thankful though. There are several currents or themes that run through this blog that allude to the source of my thankfulness. One would be Lemma I and the second would be the express that I use often – “All this and heaven too and I love it.” Lemma I states that A≠A. This is the high meta and very esoteric but succinctly it implies that we are all unique and that no two things are alike. We are all kings of creation upon our earthly thrones. “All this and heaven too and I love it” is straight forward. We get all the wonders of life and then there is suppose to be more. Bring it on. Being unique amidst the wonder it is incumbent upon us to create and celebrate. Get you to some creating, getting you to some wonder, and yes it is good so be Thankful. © 2005 big box industries Monday, November 21, 2005
I have a hawk that hangs out around my house. His name is Erasmus. The dude sure does know how to fly high.  © 2005 big box industries Sunday, November 13, 2005
This is a cutout snap of me inside a purple pansy. Round and round she goes and where she stops nobody knows.  © 2005 big box industries Last month, Sweet William and his charming wife, E and myself, did the wild thing and made an inland trek to Tiger Creek. It is 3.5 miles of rough terrain in and the same rough terrain back. Since no one died or broke anything I guess we did well.  Am I completely nude in this snap? Unfortunately, I can’t remember. © 2005 big box industries Monday, November 07, 2005
I like having frêsh flowers around. A rough estimate is that our household spends $200 a year maintain this fetish.  © 2005 big box industries Sunday, November 06, 2005
I am a bit sad. Alastair is gone. For the last couple of weeks he has been hanging out in the front of my house. Morning, noon, or night, he was always hanging tough. Once or twice a light rain or a wind would blow his web down but within 24 hours he was back in the saddle again.  I was in awe once as I had the opportunity to watch an unfortunate victim fall prey to his silky, sticky, web. It must be like hitting on some super glue, when you are stuck you are stuck good. Within a matter of moments all of Alastair’s eight legs were all around the victim and as he spun the helpless marauder round and round with his large legs he also spewed out more white web until in what seemed like a matter of moments his prey was roped and hog tied. Wish I had gotten a snap of that but a slacker is as a slacker does. Not sure where this yellow banana spider has gone. Hopeful to hibernate and come back again next year. Alastair will always be welcome. Just last week all the leaves seemed to know that it was time to do the dance of many colors and that same something told Alastair it was time to make like a leave and Fall.  © 2005 big box industries Saturday, November 05, 2005
I am not even sure what this used to be but it illustrates the principle that at the level of the pixel, anything can be turned into anything else.  So go out there and do whatever and with a one on one pixel transformation - pow - you have just done a Mona Lisa dude. © 2005 big box industries For the sake of historical continuity and doctrinal consistency I thought it might be of some interest to pictorially document how one thing turns into another.   © 2005 big box industries Friday, November 04, 2005
This is an altered snap of my feet at the beach in Charleston, S.C.  © 2005 big box industries Yesterday I won, I was up a little before the sun. I was out on my back patio when I perceived something moving in the shadows. Upon closer scrutiny I discerned off to the right the patterns of two small deer enjoying the new day munching on the young leaves of some low growth vegetation. And yes I was, I was enchanted. Be Something more than the dance of the shadows Yes I came And then to hear The tinkle of the light As it dances down on the day. Bewitched is all I have And where my soul goes all else follows Heart and mind and such Hands and feet and face Aroint and Anon And I was taken to a sacred place where she waited I was taken far into the bliss Here I again watched I watched as the shadows danced And was very pleased. I knew they danced just for me. © 2005 big box industries
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