This configuration of parking lot curbs, pavement and no-skid mat caught my attention. I liked the colors and, when I flattened the image in my mind’s eye, I thought of a balance point underneath a curved, tricolor beam. I could not resist applying a couple of filters to this image:

Moth-eaten Brain

As I understand things, when one gets older, one’s brain shrinks. I guess more space appears between the skull and the brain, since old people’s heads don’t get smaller. I’m not feeling too young these days. This is my impression of an older, moth-eaten brain.

Collective Term for Persimmons

There are a plethora of collective terms for groups of animals. Here are a few examples: a group of cows is a herd; a group of geese is a gaggle; a group of owls is a parliment. There are also collective terms for non-animal groups: a bunch of grapes; a forest of trees; a batch […]