yes, I'm wasting time.

... at least I'm wasting it creatively. ;)

Playing with Ultra Fractal yields



I kinda like it. Oh, yeah... many thanks to zorbathut for the pointers on cleaning the thing up. :)

bits and pieces...

Lindsay, her necklace reads... one of those gold-wire personalised creations that one should never give to a child her age. She sat on the edge of the same desk at which I'd seen him, not so very long ago, and she was laughing, as he, sitting in the chair in profile to me, looked up at her and smiled.

She has his blue eyes, and her profile is his, strong for a child her age... looking at her, I'd say she's no more than five. Her white-blonde hair bodes mischief later on, and I'd guess that he can anticipate a few battles, a few anxious nights, in years to come. Can't we all, though... and when he reached up to her as I walked on, not wanting to distract them, I would guess that battles ahead were the last thing on his mind.

No glances tonight; I saw but was not seen. I walked on wondering again, knowing a small part more of his life than I did before, but with more questions, too. Her dimples... they aren't from him. And she isn't, thanks be, his mirror image. There's another bit of the picture missing. There probably always will be; we never really know each other.

But her name is Lindsay, and she quite obviously adores her dad.