It rained hard today. We left empty glasses out before the storm and they were two fingers full when we went back out.
As we stood in the field we could hear the river like a wind so we went to look.
The bridge was gone.
Not swept down stream and tangled up, gone. It might be beneath the water, bound there, I suppose that’s possible.
It was too dreary and oddly frightening to stay for long. Maybe in the morning we’ll walk down the newly reformed banks and find it, it’ll be a task to haul it home. It is not small.
The water and the art of the water are two things I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.
As we stood in the field we could hear the river like a wind so we went to look.
The bridge was gone.
Not swept down stream and tangled up, gone. It might be beneath the water, bound there, I suppose that’s possible.
It was too dreary and oddly frightening to stay for long. Maybe in the morning we’ll walk down the newly reformed banks and find it, it’ll be a task to haul it home. It is not small.
The water and the art of the water are two things I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.
Coming home and drinking the water feels like imbibing something holy. Probably because it is. It’s a place that’s clean and cared for and far from most people, for the most part.
The art of the bridge above was made by a computer thief. It dreamed of Mike Mignola and of bridges and it made of that dream that half-mad drawing. Jack called it an irresistible market force and he is not wrong. Someone else suggested that you can either get on board or you can be poor. That might be two ways of saying the same thing.
Abby and I recently defined a thing that is “hard” as “requiring doing something you’d rather not.” Where do things that you’d rather not do that aren’t strictly required fall?
This blog post has no pictures, only robot dreams and while I think the words are okay, pretty good, even, the pictures are repulsive.
The art of the bridge above was made by a computer thief. It dreamed of Mike Mignola and of bridges and it made of that dream that half-mad drawing. Jack called it an irresistible market force and he is not wrong. Someone else suggested that you can either get on board or you can be poor. That might be two ways of saying the same thing.
Abby and I recently defined a thing that is “hard” as “requiring doing something you’d rather not.” Where do things that you’d rather not do that aren’t strictly required fall?
This blog post has no pictures, only robot dreams and while I think the words are okay, pretty good, even, the pictures are repulsive.
They’re impressive, but they’re largely obscene, in part because of that very impressiveness. I could never draw like that, but I can take better pictures than those drawings and I didn’t. Just because I’d never reach this level of ability does not mean that the attempt would be fruitless. Far from it. But, just because I’m not learning how to draw doesn’t mean I’m not learning how to do anything. I don’t know if that counts for anything. Probably not. This blog post is just less interesting than a version of it with honest to goodness pictures. Even digital ones.