Time, and software, march ever onwards, and I was caught unawares by a compatibility change from the web host. (PHP 5 support, which my advanced layout/gallery theme required, is no more). Updating the theme myself isn’t feasible. I’m switching to salvage mode until I can get a better version: things look pretty ugly, and exhibitions don’t work. Sorry about that :(
All posts by John
Chisos Mountains, Winter
“O where are you going? said reader to rider,
That valley is fatal when furnaces burn,
Yonder’s the midden whose odors will madden,
That gap is the grave where the tall return.
O do you imagine, said fearer to farer,
That dusk will delay on your path to the pass,
Your diligent looking discover the lacking,
Your footsteps feel from granite to grass?
O what was that bird, said horror to hearer,
Did you see that shape in the twisted trees?
Behind you swiftly the figure comes softly,
The spot on your skin is a shocking disease.
Out of this house–said rider to reader,
Yours never will–said farer to fearer,
They’re looking for you–said hearer to horror,
As he left them there, as he left them there.”
–W. H. Auden
Rainbow Lorikeets
I’d always thought the colorful plumage was purely ornamental, but in these blackbean trees it doubles as camouflage.
View from a Train Window
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