Three Things

August 5, 2011 / Rags / Art, Photography, Prose

I looked out of our front window early this morning. Three things – first — the small neighbor girls, who are so curiously enchanted by everything about us — who, using their hands to shade their eyes spied, giggling, through the glass of our front door, stealing a glimpse into the secluded magic that must […]

children, love letter, seasons

Technology: The Ghost in My Machine

July 24, 2011 / Angus / Prose, Wasp Paper

Ironic as it is, me writing this blog post via my high speed internet connection, I am increasingly disenchanted with all of the frustrations that come with staying on the bleeding edge of high tech this and digital that. Nothing is ever “good enough” to make due for more than a year. Just when one […]

technology

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