We are back at the airport, waiting to catch Disney’s Magical Express . . .
. . . We like kids, really we do, but in large quantities we like them best quiet and nearby, or noisy and very far away. What we don’t like much is noisy and nearby.
. . . I can’t understand why there are so many kids waiting to take the bus to Disney.
I can understand the look in most people’s eyes. . . They are trying to keep to their thoughts, clinging to their last shred of sanity as they nod and pretend they are listening to their noisy DNA offshoot yammer on about this or that thing.
They have mastered the technique of “passive” listening, meaning they are shutting out any active children voice within their listening range.
. . . I would gladly pay serious bucks, or does, to learn the technique.
Alas, I think it involves reproducing.
Instead, I will entertain myself by posting odd photos from the last few weeks; stuff that does not fit anywhere, but that I nonetheless find interesting.
I call this Ursa Paint. For them who are not painting various rooms in their home, and who don’t buy their paint from Home Depot, that is the underside of a lid to a Behr paint can.
I played around with it, but the basic pattern is dried paint, and the outline of the bear is stamped on the lid itself.
Another rendition from Woodmoor Water Well No. 18, this one involving three apps, with the last one adding a paper texture. Here are a few more of the other structure.
The last one is from Sketch Guru, and I like the simple, cartoon-like rendition. Similar treatment of past photos look like this . . .
Readers might find all this boring beyond belief, but remember I’m trying to shut out the high-pitched sound of excited little humans anxious to meet a giant rodent.
I persevere . . .
I am still in Florida, and I took the opportunity to capture strange sights.
OK, so not so strange . . . rocks and trees.
But how about this tree?
This tree is in the back yard of the people I am visiting. To me, it looks like a face.
These flowers are strange, but common in Disney.
These shrubs look strange to me . . .
Definitively strange . . .
Yes, we are at the resort, and I have to tell you . . . . the eating is very good.
Must go now . . . falling asleep.
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No Doodle on this post because it was composed on my Samsung Note II.
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