Go west, young… um… er… … person of an indeterminate age, and gender… Taken at a carousel in Connecticut, housed in a building on a state park. It still operates, although now mostly just for special occasions, such as wedding receptions. Thus the reflections, from the intervening glass… Advertisements
Felony convictions for bringing up his own voting history? Hard labor for voting against those currently in power? The death penalty for daring to breath any of their air…? Fascism has come once again. Image found here.
… and what shall we say to the woman who’s not impressed by a sky full of light, and well-crafted clouds… who moans at the cruel Fate maliciously denying her a day of sunshine? Will she be any the more impressed by an imaginative etude, as the objects of her scorn are likened to ethereal billows of life itself; eerily suspended above our heads; and so, so necessary to our continued existence?
I just realized that Friday the Thirteenth comes on a Saturday this month… … I’m not ready… Image found here.
Makes me wonder what they do at night, when the sun goes down… And it’s too dark to see all the trouble they’ve gone to. Is the color still there, if there’s no light by which it can be seen? If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there to see it, does it still make a sound? If a man speaks in the woods, and no one is there to hear him, is he still wrong?