So, December . . . NaNoWriMo is over, but I’m still writing the novel (will update soon).
Meanwhile, this is the last monthly calendar I will be doing. It takes time away from other things, and really, all anyone cares about (if, indeed, they care at all) are the photos.
Well, shoot! I post photos all the time, so I don’t think people will miss anything. However, for them who want the monthly information, THIS is the source I use. Bookmark it, and you’ll always have it handy.
Still, I need a calendar for this month. Like I said, December, and December brings visions of Christmas. I went back a few years to photos of our only remaining ornaments (see THIS post) and picked one . . .
My first thought was to use the Georgia o’Keefe filter and use it as the photo for the last of my calendars.
But, I then decided I’m still partial to the DaVinci sketches filters.
Here’s the calendar.
Right-Hand Click anywhere on the pictures, and Choose “Save Link As . . . “.
Note that clicking “Save Image” will download the resampled image (640×954, 72dpi) WordPress created for the post. Suitable for viewing on the screen, but not suitable for printing.
“Save link as” downloads the native size of 11×17, 300dpi, but can be printed smaller. Printing larger may have mixed results depending on how knowledgeable you are.
Of course, saving is not required . . . one can just ignore the post. If you are adventuresome, and it does not work, let me know, and I’ll try to fix whatever WordPress screwed up.
Disclaimers: I do not guarantee the accuracy of the calendar. My general understanding of time is limited to it being (mostly) an arbitrary demarcation of the unidirectional flow of existence. Many instances in my life demonstrated to me the disconnect between any hard measure of intervals of time and the perception of said time intervals.
On the one hand, I know that by many metric the world is the best that it has ever been. I’m referring to less war, less crime, less misery. It may not seem like it, but it’s easily checked. Mind you, there is still suffering, misery, death, war, pestilence, assholes, greedy bastards, non-caring people with vastly more money and power than anyone else. But still, there is less of that than any time in the history of humanity . . . even if it may not seem like it.
The thing that worries me is that it’s nothing new. There have been many times in human history when living conditions were better than at any previous time. And every time (this too, you can check) there were setbacks. Sometimes, significant setbacks.
Sure, humanity always picked itself up and although it sometimes took a while, rebuilt bigger and better.
It’s then entirely possible that we not only live better than any prior time in history, but also better than we will in the near future. I’m sure that if (when) we fall, humanity will rebuild bigger and better . . . we just won’t be around to see it.
Remember, you don’t have to use the calendar portion . . . you can cut out the bottom part, and you have a picture to hang on your wall.
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