She was all in white at the foot of my bed
\nI said, “Angel of mercy am I alive or am I dead?”<\/i><\/p>\n
I find my dreams being rekindled lately… Dreams I’ve held for years, reappearing in a different light. Dreams of being a pilot… Dreams I had pushed to the wayside during these first few months on the new job, but are now returned. The funny thing is, they’re strongest when I start thinking about my future in a responsible light, instead of the romantic, fanciful images and scenarios that had always pressed upon my mind, something one might expect, given the nature of thinking about the future and my already overbearing propensity to dream big… I’m a visionary, for better or for worse– meaning I see the big picture, but I’m terrible at working out the details. It also means that I tend to overcommit to things. But hey, at least I’m self-aware.<\/p>\n
My dad is building a front porch ramp for a friend of the family who is handicapped and more or less confined to her house. She’s also not the most alert, visual person in the world, so my dad comissioned me to draw a few “artist’s impressions” of various designs under consideration, just so that he would have an easier time communicating to her what was going to happen to her front yard. It felt good to draw again, basically rectilinear forms notwithstanding… Just to throw the lines, visualize the shadows and angles and overlaps and play with line weights. Don’t do that much here at work unless I’m at the very beginning of a project and I’m drawing thumbnails of layouts and such.<\/p>\n
I should have a new website up soon. Just need to find some non-advertised webspace. Stay tuned.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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