Still flying through these posts . . . but — once again — offering a treat to new readers willing to gamble on not being sucked into the depths of my world.
Namely, THIS post from four years ago. Fair warning . . . there be bugs. There be flowers, too, but . . . bugs. Mostly, cuddly bugs.
Of course, long-time readers will have already seen that offering (maybe) so there’s nothing new for them here . . . except a trip down memory lane to a time when life seemed simpler and pretty much worth living.
Plus, you know, there are a few things for them down below . . . but only a few because I know how busy everyone is.
And now, the photo:
Another photo from Savannah, Georgia. Specifically, the Georgia State Railroad Museum. It was interesting but ultimately less-than-hoped-for. That’s a lathe in one of the shops housed in old-but-very-neat buildings.
It certainly looks complicated enough and capable to remove a finger or two if one is less than attentive when operating it. We were on a guided tour and it was raining . . . that’s what I remember most from the place. I do have a few decent photos but not as many train photos as I would have liked.
However, like with most things in life, sometimes you just can’t be choosy.
Many things in life . . . what? No, no . . . I’m not about to say something dripping with self-described wisdom.
Anyway, many things in life come our way and can be handled without too much thought or worry . . . but many are of our own making and often surprise us because we didn’t give them much thought or worry.
Wow . . . I should put that on an apron, or something.
I don’t know about everyone else, but I’m getting tired of hearing about Dark Matter. Who out there speaks for Light Matter or, for that matter, Light Energy? What happens when Light Energy meets Light Matter?
Good question . . . here’s my representation of a Theorized Light Energy Matter Tentacle Galaxy.
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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