Project 313 – Post No. 001

Here we go; the first post of Project 313 . . . 

Hmm . . . I should say something profound and memorable to kick off this effort. Something so profound and inscrutable that Deepak Chopra himself would be in awe . . .

How about:

We exist for the benefit and fulfillment of our imagination.” – Disperser (2018)

And now, the photo:

Project 313 – 001

That is a Koa wood bowl. Snapped with my Note 8, processed in Topaz Studio. 

As for the first joke, it’s probably one that many will look at and say “meh!” but I like it.

And finally, a doodle . . . I have the choice of many fine efforts, but this one was kind of a no-brainer . . . à propos because I’m tired and in need of sleep.  

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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