Showing posts from March, 2012

there will never be an einstein in graphic design

flares flares flares

supper time is not Oona's finest hour

You know I hate to ask ...

i spent the morning in a fog


and then Sunday morning

at the No Frills on Saturday night

why i like this

I am compelled to pick things up.

it helps me spell things out


every forest, every night

i think it's a sign of something


Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, a most excellent Klingon.