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Author Archives: Pam Bliss
Spider Time epigraph and fragments of an introduction “Au milieu de l’hiver, j’apprenais enfin qu’il y avait en moi un été invincible.” Albert Camus “Rétour à Tipasa” 1952 The working title of this story has as much to do with … Continue reading
It’s September at last: time to start the story project I’ve been planning. I’m going to write a prose story here on the blog, with the goal of finishing it by the end of September. It’s a Kekionga story featuring … Continue reading
Or, a tree frog on a banana tree. Yes, there are banana trees that can live in cold climates. Assuming you cut them back and cover them with a deep layer of mulch for the winter, they will survive and … Continue reading
The king of all American butterflies: the monarch. Of the phone camera butterflies, even more so.
The fourth in an ongoing series exploring the odd historical fascination of the world’s matchbox label design community with the number three. Today: botanical subjects, arbitrarily arranged from the obvious to the obscure.
A continuation of yesterday’s post about the fountain pen I bought earlier this month at the farmers’ market … and about the free sample ink cartridge that came with it. Regular readers know that I am not a big fan … Continue reading
Some finished sketchbook drawings from the new farmers’ market pen. You may recall that this interesting pen (introduced here, with photographs in the following post) came with a sample cartridge of Private Reserve brand Ebony Green ink. Now, I don’t … Continue reading
(Symbolic) Bud in the junkyard. I especially love the green phone.
Just took some moderately boring photographs of some spectacular morning glories, open late in the day in deep overcast. The shape of their white centers made them look like living lens flare. As subjects they were irresistible, but the light … Continue reading