
The sago palm in context. I think by the time we come back from France, it will be down like the other fronds. Today it looks like a green fountain.
Here is my wonderful sister Robyn when she had dyed her hair dark brown. She looks beautiful sitting on the kitchen floor smoking. She told me the story of why her eyes are so sad, which gives this image a lot of depth for me. The cigarette holder still cracks me up, though!
Robyn let me know if I can put up a more recent photo of you, taken by me when I visited you.
A bad thing happened to me in Second Life today. I was calmly speaking in IM to Salazar and suddenly my entire gallery blew up and I was thrown into the night sky.
On attempted re-entry to SL I captured this image of my experience of flailing helplessly, skates useless, high above Palomarian.
Apparently this was the moment of another global attack by the idiot grinches who want to destroy anything delightful.