Mirror self portrait by a man with a camera and a towel on his head.

The, once obligatory, swimming pool dressing room, inaccurately described, self portrait, partially hidden.

It’s not that I think more noise on internet is a good idea, I just wanted a space to stash photos and cough up the occasional opinion about something, a space that isn’t Mark‘s. If for nothing else than seeing them somewhere that isn’t my computer screen. I can see how this doesn’t make sense, and how it does.

So, expect to find mundane notes about whatever caught the attention, often as simple as how the landscape in front of me arranged itself in 2D (wait, that’s not simple!) or something from slightly different corners of existence.

Most of the older posts were rescued from previous carcasses of the world wide web and moved here—lets say for archival purposes.

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