Byron May–this one is hanging on my wall
…maybe it is time to resume posting a few things. Life happens, and I sort of lost interest, but there are still many interesting things in this world (if only to me). I will resume recording my musings, photos, and adventures, along with the art and other stuff that I have shared in the past, and try to catch up.
I’m gonna be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Thought true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the Pretender.
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm
…and the brown bears are still fishing at Brooks Falls in Katmai National Park (Alaska). Lots of fun to watch!
This bear is apparently stuffed, and taking a little break. I could use a nap myself…
Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor?
Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest.
Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart.
Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth