One crow or a whole murder: usually fine.
Pairs of crows: always deeply suspicious.
Animals staring into the distance. . .
The pensive prince of dirt.
Sort of unrelated, I guess.
Time (I took this one week ago.)
Here, by contrast, is something proceeding.
Orange yard toad.
The fundamental aspects of geometry
I have observed some bodies of water.
I know I said that I was going to put non-MITM pics here, but I felt like my production/consumption ratio was off on IG, so everything is here now.
I am a bit encouraged by the fact that while I reach “sterile promontory” more or less constantly, I never quite get to “pestilent congregation of vapors.
Starting with the obvious
I can’t tell these two images apart.
Raised bed, get it?
Some good yard-cats I have seen.
Boxes I have known.
Is this. . . steampunk?
I’ve long-since run out of things to say.
I need a place for images that do not invoke man’s inhumanity to man or suggest that your father has been reading Dante.
I was listening to a podcast recently which focused on the Statute of Labourers 1351 and it kind of boggled my mind. Nobody is more inclined to think the worst of nobility than me, but the fact that what these people thought they needed to focus on in the middle of the Black Death was suppressing wages really says a lot. I was also struck by how venerable the practice of pretending you are concerned about the social ill of “idleness” when you are concerned that you might have to pay someone a reasonable amount for their labor.
Something about the
Winter bring home the abyss
Of late capital