And So…

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway

∞  About that infinity sign.

A few years back, an overheard conversation by the copier: “So how do I get it to keep printing?” “No problem, just hit that upside down 8.” “It’s not upside down. It’s on its side.”

A Little Madness

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So I read the book. Then I listened to all of the music. Then I looked up all of the social media places. Maybe that’s not the correct order for everything, but anyway. This is a tough book to categorize. It’s not for mainstream reading, but it certainly is a Read. It’s not going to appeal to everyone but it appeals to so much: music, madness, obsession, abuse, determination beyond imagining. I give it an A. But and then, you must read portions inside before the purchase. It’s not something you’d give as a present to everyone. But a present it is.

Yosemite Waterfall

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From Nature’s Beauty

As Posted on Facebook

I cannot imagine our lives here in this beautiful country without all of our national forests and parks and rivers all protected. How fortunate we are that people like Muir and Roosevelt saw the future and knew we needed to be saved.

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The Heron

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Cuyahoga Valley National Park shared Andrea Nagy‘s photo.

Yes, winter is in the air this morning. But so is love, Great Blue Herons and Bald Eagles. Thanks to Andrea Nagy for sharing this lovely image. Go ahead…awwwww.

The heron. Such an incredible bird. We used to take a boat out on the river, the Mississippi, and go into one of the byways to search for rookeries. There you would find them, up high above, nesting and waiting. It always struck me as so incongruous that something so big, with legs so long and seemingly frail would nest above. It seemed they should nestle on the banks, into the mud and safety of fallen trees, broken branches. Even when you know what to expect, a surprise, up high above.