:-) I'm sitting here, goldfish like, hands coming off the keyboard at regular intervals, that light still memorized within my eyes and mind even now when I can no longer see it and I'm just smiling, for I cannot fathom how you keep doing that - after all this time, hundreds of fractals now, so many of which have been stunning, so many of which have been of the true whiplash kind, and I wonder how it can be that it still can happen that way, but then beauty never got old, and a sweet gesture never was unwelcome because we had seen them before. In other words, as long as you are making fractals for us to share and delight in, so long it is obvious to me will I find myself in this situation on a regular basis where I just am so astounded by what I see, words are lost in that moment. And that's fine, for that means something too. The light, the whole of this image, it has to be seen, not heard.
Sweetest, that might just be your nicest, finest, most heartwarming Trebuchet comment to date. I think I will bookmark this post so that in times of trouble I can return and read and remember why I blog. You are a wonder my dear. Poppet agrees. :-)
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I'm sitting here, goldfish like, hands coming off the keyboard at regular intervals, that light still memorized within my eyes and mind even now when I can no longer see it and I'm just smiling, for I cannot fathom how you keep doing that - after all this time, hundreds of fractals now, so many of which have been stunning, so many of which have been of the true whiplash kind, and I wonder how it can be that it still can happen that way, but then beauty never got old, and a sweet gesture never was unwelcome because we had seen them before. In other words, as long as you are making fractals for us to share and delight in, so long it is obvious to me will I find myself in this situation on a regular basis where I just am so astounded by what I see, words are lost in that moment. And that's fine, for that means something too. The light, the whole of this image, it has to be seen, not heard.
Sweetest, that might just be your nicest, finest, most heartwarming Trebuchet comment to date. I think I will bookmark this post so that in times of trouble I can return and read and remember why I blog. You are a wonder my dear. Poppet agrees. :-)
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