I was nearly finished with this image when Bonnie’s comment chimed its way onto the screen. She said “Better to regret having missed the train, than to be run over by it.” She was talking about yesterday’s image.
I had … Read the rest
I was nearly finished with this image when Bonnie’s comment chimed its way onto the screen. She said “Better to regret having missed the train, than to be run over by it.” She was talking about yesterday’s image.
I had … Read the rest
John Goodman is acting in one of my favorite plays by Samuel Beckett that I’ve never actually seen, only read: “Waiting for Godot”.
In the article about the play in the nytimes.com, Goodman appears to be a chronically unhappy … Read the rest
Oh, I had to do it. It is dawn. Easter morning. There’s a vault. A tree lit up with first light. A wreath and a lock on the vault’s door. We’ll see. The clock is ticking.
The “Moo-Scar-ee” are coming. … Read the rest