Peter Larson & Blue Design

Outside my back door the world huddles and dreams through the cold. Be still.

I’m trying my hand at a little fiction here…a society ranked by its classes’ mobility and a symbiotic living city system that flows over and with it. This is a brief introductory description of how the city and society functions.

Succinctly exploring fundamental relationships.

Creativity in my mechanic’s waiting room.

I hope the wisest know many seeming mediocrities as quiet greatness in disguise, for this is mine and most’s true path to inner peace. To be happily ordinary is feat of genius of itself, a loving and quiet embrace of life.

Paying respects to an old family friend and the cruel world’s reaction to one do-it-yourselfer’s soul.
(best sung in the shower)

I can’t stop thinking now. Time is a train; time is a movie…and forever is now now now now.

i will not accept

riffing on creation’s inferno
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fun with adjectives

I was going to write a pointy-headed post about triads but picked up my shotgun instead, to learn some finer points about causality in nature.

With deer hunting season comes a lot of time spent in the woods. I have a particular regard for the woods, most especially the one behind my house, and for its language.

Personal. A way to see without the need to arrange.

Two chance encounters

Holding hope’s ember through the coming storm.

why not