Fractal landscape 

A fractal object is one where the structure of the object remains the same no matter what scale you look at. The coastline is a good example, it's jagged and the relative jaggedness remains the same whether you look at it from a few feet away or a few miles. The scale of the image is hard to determine, it could be a group of islands, or just a muddy puddle.

Wouldn't it be interesting if life was like that, you could live it at any scale and the experience would be thee same. Borges tells a story of a man who lived a whole year between the moment the firing squad fired and the moment he actually died. When we dream, the experience of time is different in the same way.

Who do you struggle with?

The dark figure was reckoned to be one of the best jujitsu practitioners in the Seattle area. He seems more focused on himself than on his opponent.

Singing

Not entirely sure what. Some Dylan Thomas (as the singer was named, in part, for Welsh poet - I say "in part" as there were numerous other Thomases)

In my craft or sullen art

Exercised in the still night

When only the moon rages

And the lovers lie abed

With all their griefs in their arms

I labour by singing light

Not for ambition or bread

Or the strut and trade of charms

On the ivory stages

But for the common wages

Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart

From the raging moon I write

On these spindrift pages

Nor for the towering dead

With their nightingales and psalms

But for the lovers, their arms

Round the griefs of the ages,

Who pay no praise or wages

Nor heed my craft or art.

Elgar in bronze would no doubt look something like this. Pomp and Circumstance personified, Land of Hope and Glory.

We're still in Vancouver, B.C., along with the stone image of yesterday. In the Northwest, you must be specific when mentioning Vancouver as there are two of them, Vancouver, British Columbia and Vancouver, Washington (an altogether inferior place). No Elgar bronzes. What a strange world. But he did also write the Enigma Variations, I can't help but feel a certain affection and respect for him in the context of his own time. Look at him conducting Hope and Glory in 1931, even the absurd Vancouver bronze seems right somehow. 

Another image in stone.

It evokes all kinds of antimonies for me. The harsh, polished surface of the stone versus the relaxed pose of the figure, at another level, the deliberately "cool" pose of the figure has a harshness to it that contrasts with the soft blend of the image rendered by the stone. It seems to resonate almost endlessly in my mind. Maybe, in the end, they're just the same thing.

Zombie cat

Never fear, it's just Roger in his inside cat days, looking for a way out.

Greenlake sunset. For those of you unfamiliar with Seattle; it's a very domesticated body of water on the north side of the city. Good for walking, jogging, swimming (if you don't mind the ducks) and sunsets.

It really looked like that, the camera has not exaggerated the colors.