Another flash-post . . . no, not flash fiction post. Rather, a quick post with few words and the required photo, cartoon, and doodle.
Of course, I feel terrible about depriving people of my awesome and amazingly complex dissertations about all the things I’m an expert in.
Hey! I could do a dissertation about all the things I could do dissertations about! I mean, I have another 129 posts in this series so I should be able to hit all the major ones.
Of course, I’d have to skip mentioning some of my lesser areas of expertise like quantum mechanics, the general theory of relativity . . . er . . . I meant theory of general relativity. Also, the exquisite nuances of string theory and why another version of me in a parallel universe is a complete idiot.
We’ll see . . . perhaps I can summarize it in simple and easy-to-understand words suitable for Australian consumption.
And now, the photo:
This B&W version has “pencil drawing” and “charcoal” effects blended to what I consider a complementary look for the subject. Basically, I threw a couple of switches and call it done.
The various myths that surround us and permeate into our consciousness (whether we want them to or not) are fertile ground for lots of humor. Like . . .
I like that the trees are looking more like palm trees than trees from higher latitudes.
I too can formulate fantazmazing notions from general knowledge and a bit of imagination. I give you . . . Slice of a tube full of rainbows with an outer shell of bluebirds of happiness.
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.
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