chance ikebana: morning glory in the morning sun Tweet

When my mother uses her camera at its best, some pretty amazing imagery can ensue. The light, the depth of focus, the sharpness, the framing, the harmony and the simplicity, everything comes together so perfectly in this picture that I'm instantly transported back to that balcony in Bucharest, in that unique time of day and year, gentle breeze and early autumn fragrances included. Mother Nature has quite a taste for ikebana, and I salute my mother's spot on capture. Bravo!

and then I saw the light Tweet

He turned around, hugged me, and said: My name is Chris and I proudly present this message. Then went back to sleep presently.

cheezy birthday to cheeky me! Tweet

I've been blogging for six years. Though not necessarily here, and blogging itself is a debatable term, but let's not take ourselves too seriously just yet. In the last year, I've managed to put in front of you 76 stories. Nearly one and a half per week. I used to have one loyal reader, but now he won't stop by unless I make him.

I suppose that gives me a lot of freedom from the tyranny of readership, with its paraphernalia of stats and the likes. It doesn't help me sleep well, however, as the lack of a public brain dump is flooding my mind with its debris and sediments, some potentially delightful. But we'll never know. A sabbatical wouldn't be enough to tell you everything I've wanted to tell you of late. And I've started thinking that even the better of us do their best work early on in life. I might be done.

In case you are still reading, however, here's looking at you, kid, with a stale last sip of beer, late for bed and fraught with tomorrow's worries already. One thing is certain, I have been living out loud. Just didn't get to blog it much. And not even I know what the future holds. A seventh year of sparingly blogging, I suppose. And all that jazz. Chin chin!