Eventually, the fog moves on. Or we do. I’m not really one to give up on just about anything. As you might know by now, yesterday’s self is mostly not today’s, even though we (selves) are all in the same basket. After what can be at this point, a lifetime, I have come to appreciate that place between my mood swings. As much as the rocking back and forth. Life mostly happens in the middle. Might life be, then, the bridge between this and that.
A video test then. Just to remember what it is like.
So, new software, phone camera, and strange lighting to adjust to… but it can be done I guess. Even if the Man is listening to music in the other room.
For the moment… something happening on the edge of The Deep Pool Of Thought. Another large cloth that is destined to become a basket.
( I’ve added the video from the making of this silken pool to the Methods Index under Applique/Liquid. As another example.)
Maybe all my cloths are baskets.
Have a good weekend, I am going to do my taxes and try to get a frickin’ appointment for a vaccination that’s closer than 2 hours away.