"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

A farm in the early morning

The barn caught fire just before sunrise, so that when it finally reached its peak, the smoke became an eerie pastiche of Afremov paintings as it drifted with the clouds. The surviving horses ran out into the enclosure once the front door collapsed, soot trailing behind them like dissolving shadows.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
The Tallest Man On Earth, 1904

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