No angst in this house

The Orpheus Mosaic before conservation at Paphos, Cyprus

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I had to draw this beautiful lady

8th Grade Jaimie v. Present Day Jaimie – I’ve gotten a lot less dark and edgy, but I still like to obsess about which breeds of horses would translate best into fantasy critters ❤️🐴

Inspector approaching the inner door op'ning to find a cow casu'lly licking the bread.

I’ve got a lot of Thoughts(tm) about The Odyssey at the moment, but damnit Blum I’m an archer, not a film critic, so here’s something in my lane!

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I had to do it. (I know it’d fit Franz better but still.)

Stay hydrated! Eurasian red squirrel/Sciurus vulgaris/ekorre. Värmland, Sweden (16 July 2023).

The careful text books measure (Let all who build beware!) The load, the shock, the pressure Material can bear. So, when the buckled girder Lets down the grinding span, The blame of loss, or murder, Is laid upon the man. Not on the Stuff — the Man! But in our daily dealing With stone and steel, we find The Gods have no such feeling Of justice toward mankind. To no set gauge they make us, — For no laid course prepare — And presently o'ertake us With loads we cannot bear. Too merciless to bear. The prudent text-books give it In tables at the end — The stress that shears a rivet Or makes a tie-bar bend — What traffic wrecks macadam — What concrete should endure — But we, poor Sons of Adam, Have no such literature, To warn us or make sure! We hold all Earth to plunder — All Time and Space as well — Too wonder-stale to wonder At each new miracle; Till, in mid-illusion Of Godhead ‘neath our hand, Falls multiple confusion On all we did or planned. The mighty works we planned. We only of Creation (Oh, luckier bridge and rail!) Abide the twin-damnation — To fail and know we fail. Yet we — by which sole token We know we once were Gods — Take shame in being broken However great the odds — The Burden or the Odds. Oh, veiled and secret Power Whose paths we seek in vain, Be with us in our hour Of overthrow and pain; That we — by which sure token We know thy ways are true — In spite of being broken, Because of being broken, May rise and build anew. Stand up and build anew!

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