Day 4 – Rye Hill to Hedon on the Wall
Early morning
I once lived here…
All chickens should live like this
20
Jul 2005
Early morning
I once lived here…
All chickens should live like this
Powered by Free CDN WordPress plugin
b0b
are you typing in my direction?
nathan
Oh and yes yes. I am a lucky man. Mmmmlivia is quite the provider. Soooo very generous. And always giving.
nathan
Hmmm…well, I suppose being an antique blogger has pretty much solidified your position way outside of the anachronism zone.
An Antique Anachronism.
Letters be loved.
b0b
how many puffs does it take to get to the center of a camel?
Cait
What a woman. You ask, and she provides. Amazing. You are a lucky man, Nathan.
olivia
Havat thee!
nathan
Hero’s Quest. I’d LOVE to have that game for my lappitytop…
b0b
also those pictures remind me of a computer game i once played.
i was like +8 to knive chucking. and i had to sleep out side alot of the time, due to not having alms. 8^(
hrrrmmmm…. i can’t recall the name but Nathan may. Not that it’s of any importance.
b0b
so how many megas and pixels are in a real picture?
Cait
I’m not just “vintage” anymore, Nathan, I’m “antique”. But, thanks for the thought. There are some real advantages to being an antique, as long as one is not an anachronism at the same time.
nathan
Hmmm Cait, well I’m not sure. I guess I’d just update your motherboard and get a new graphics card.
Or be happy with the vintage look. Believe me, it’s all the rage.
Cait
LOL, Nathan. How many gigapixels would it take to make me look 30 again?
nathan
Yeah, I suspect you’d need a 3 Megapixel camera to capture eternity.
Anonymous
Wow, the moody sky over the hay field was captured perfectly. There’s something about the cool green of the forest that the camera hasn’t quite captured. I suspect no camera could capture it. There was a sense of depth that wasn’t just perspective and light and shade and hue. You could feel time here stretching backwards and onwards, curving round eternity.
If we’d lingered any longer tiny roots would have wriggled out of our toes and tried to establish themselves in the springy moss.
When I grow up I want to be a tree.
chad
it looks like you googled.image searched Jesus’ fantasy deamlands