The standards of death taken down by surprise
I saw the neurosurgeon this afternoon and no longer need to stick my head annually in a magnetic noise machine. This is great news.
The wood of what remains of the sugar maple smells cold and sweet. I am told it may turn into planks. Behind it may be seen Rosabella the late-blooming dogwood and the as yet nameless infant elm.
P.S. I don't know what happened with the international mail, but my late-breaking parental Christmas present of Fiona Moore's The Black Archive #43: The Robots of Death (2020) just arrived along with a beautiful art-enclosing solstice card from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
radiantfracture, so I don't begrudge it in the slightest.
The wood of what remains of the sugar maple smells cold and sweet. I am told it may turn into planks. Behind it may be seen Rosabella the late-blooming dogwood and the as yet nameless infant elm.
P.S. I don't know what happened with the international mail, but my late-breaking parental Christmas present of Fiona Moore's The Black Archive #43: The Robots of Death (2020) just arrived along with a beautiful art-enclosing solstice card from
radiantfracture, so I don't begrudge it in the slightest.
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I salute your fallen tree, which did good service while it lived.
That's a lovely mildish winter photo.
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Thank you!
I salute your fallen tree, which did good service while it lived.
My niece climbed it, too.
That's a lovely mildish winter photo.
I love the light around this time of year. I was trying to photograph some telephone wires around midday because of the color of the sky.