I’ve been doing a number of posts about blogging lately . . . strange that because I don’t consider myself primarily a blogger.
Mainly, I’m a snacker. I don’t go long periods of time without snacking. I also enjoy processing photos as I snack. Maybe I’m a snacky photographer.
I do enjoy writing, though . . . so . . . a writing snacky photographer . . . who blogs.
What am I babbling about, you’re wondering.
Well, it’s late and I want to knock out a few of these posts before heading to bed. It’s just that it never feels right having just a few words to go with the photo, cartoon, and doodle.
I mean, I feel a certain obligation toward providing something for my Aussie readers to complain about . . . although, other readers are also free to complain. It’s just that, you know, the Aussies complain the most; I feel like I owe to them, ya know?
And now, the photo:
I’m not sure if the material is wood with a very big cellular structure or a piece of sponge . . . coral, maybe. I couldn’t rightly tell when I was there and only noticed the texture once I looked at the photo.
You might not believe it but it was fairly dark where I snapped that photo. You wouldn’t know it because the Note 8 is very good at snapping photos in low light. That’s without even using the flash.
If or when I’m there again, I’ll give it a better look and even ask the proprietor if they know the composition of the statue. I do like the statue. Since everything else in that place is very expensive, I expect this piece as well to be outside what I consider a reasonable price. We’ll see.
I wonder what the price would be if we’d never invented numbers?
Something to think about. I can just see Trump trying to explain how large his crowds of adoring fans are.
“There was Jim, and Bob, and another Bob, and Steve; Steve brought his son Steve Junior . . . There were a lot of Jeffs. The NYT says there weren’t that many Jeffs but that’s just more Fake News. Many, many, Jeffs were there. More Jeffs than anyone has ever had in one place before. And Earls, too. You couldn’t even list all the Earls that were there because it would take too long. Also, I’m smart. So smart that no one can recognize how smart because it’s outside the normal range and no one has seen anything like me before.”
Honest, I can almost hear him speak . . . brings tears to my eyes, it does. So do onions and tear gas.
There are few things sadder than . . . a Rainbow Seed Ball Viewed Through the Tears of a Clown.
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.
That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.
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