Frank’s work speaks for itself more elegantly than I could ever speak for it.
Author: WarpedChild
Random Thoughts
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Why am I thinking about the lives of people who have been lying in the ground for more than 20 years? It’s because they are who lived before me in this house… this old farmhouse standing watch. For 150 years it has stood over this ancient valley alongside the Raquette River in far upstate New York State with now busy State Highway 56 passing by a hundred feet away.
Monday, October 19, 2015
It is 2015. The world rushes by and time and entropy have finally taken us to this point. The buildings and property require attention and require it now. Thus it is I find myself living here for 3 to 4 weeks at a time. I am a carpenter. I am needed here.
I am one of the owners. There are three of us.
January
Dad used to repeat a saying he heard his own father use, “When the days begin to lengthen the cold begins to strengthen”. Sure feels true right about now!
As the days begin to lengthen…
Spring is right around the corner… but first January.
Ginny’s
My favorite place on a sunny January afternoon. Life is good.
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Time is but a warped instant and I am but a warped child.
Sometimes just a thought
Why do I eject abstract information patterns into the void?
Santayana’s Nitwits
OMG… you are either a dimwit or willfully dangerous. “The senate is a profoundly anti-democratic body and should be abolished”. Moron. It was designed that way to induce the sparsely populated states to join the union. It was one of the compromises of the Constitutional convention. It came into being for precisely the same reasons that the EU struggled with a compromise to keep Germany from completely outvoting the small nations during the formation of the European Union. Do you look disdainfully down upon “flyover country” at the farmers, laborers, miners, little people in those sparsely populated states with needs and aspirations so different from yours and those of your fellow masses in the cities, all the while insisting that they live according to your strict majority rule, their voices silenced by an avalanche of numbers while they do your bidding and supply your food and support your urban comfort? The writer is an idiot.