Charles Phillips and his blog ?spell check???: promise

Charles Phillips and his blog ?spell check???: promise

Charles Phillips and his blog ?spell check???: Child hood memory

Charles Phillips and his blog ?spell check???: Child hood memory

promise

there is a pencil on the floor
  it has been there for a while
how long ? dont want to say but i know what its telling me
pick me up ,come on pick me up
 but are you the right kind of pencil
 not too hard not too soft  sharp enough
yeah thats me
pick me up
you will still be there tomorrow
 i want to  but not now
i need paper  and after that
 i will come and get  you
promise
yes i promise

mood

Tap tap tap
,sigh
 ,tap tap
 sigh sigh sigh
 tap tap
sigh
 bye bye.

We have endured several weeks of beastly weather with temp.hovering around lows of -20 plus 18 inches of snow piled up on the side walks all over the City of Windsor .Today at last the slush has dried up and it is even pleasant to walk out in so  much milder weather .I have just returned from the library where I had been engrossed in the feb 2 edition of The New Yorker magazine . This is where I discovered an article about a Chinese man who has made his life's work a study of the peculiarities of prime numbers .Thus in my previous post I hurriedly recorded  one  particular prime 700666007 which reads same backwards and contains the so called mark of the beast 666  and is nicknamed as a beastly palindrome .I should say here that I consider the" mark of the beast " a vile superstition used by some to manipulate and spread fear .So consider this , this very humble and unassuming calculus teacher at a prestigious American university has made a momentous discovery regarding prime numbers the enormity of which is akin to sitting on a beach and actually counting out grains of sand to infinity .What I get from this is that there is probably no end to anything and there people out there  who give their whole lives  to prove that there is life everlasting .

700666007 prime number known as beastly palindrome  

Slushy snow and puddles greet me as I shuffle along Wyandotte Street on my way to lunch and at the the milder temp is pleasant to walk in.

Connie

Yes I chose her first and who knew she was so smart , yet not smart enough . I chased her and she surrendered by running her fingers through my hair , washing my back , and listening to my every word . I was king of the jungle with not a hair on my chest and as if by magic I sprouted a forest as we breathed each others breath .

Mitt Romney on Face the Nation

My conte attempt  at Romney while watching television .The camera shots keep changing so it is good practice for remembering essential features while the subject is moving rather than just copying lines from a static Photo  .

On my street

 Ambassador Bridge to the East

Lake ship was unloading all night outside my window

There is actually a windmill on Mill Street Windsor Ontario and the old mill stones are close by

trucks trucks trucks

sketched while in  the passenger seat on the way to Toronto

View from my apt window towards Detroit

Down by Detriot river

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deck building

Bit more work to do tinted perspex glass to insert for railing saved from old deck

River morning

 Bright and crisp with a chill breeze as I walk down to the Detroit river with the sun low in the east about an hour after sunrise.On the way I encounter geese grazing on the lush spring grass  and hardly paying me attention as I walk by . As I reach the river a goose takes a hissing run at me because I have approached too close to a group of nine goslings who are also grazing and guarded by what must be two adult geese acting as baby sitters for the rest of the clan .Looking to the west an industrial complex fills  the skyline with smoke stacks cranes and sooty warehouses but contrasted against the brilliant morning light the scene seems almost beautiful .To the East there is the Ambassador Bridge silhouetted against the sunrise which sparkles on the high rise glass of the Detroit downtown and on the bridge slow moving trucks nose to to tail carrying their commerce both ways even at this early hour .I turn my head again to the West and here comes a rusty old lake ship lumbering silently towards me like a big old bathtub high out of the water having emptied its load somewhere back down river as
 the  ship glides by me small fishing dinghies bob up and down from the wash which has already reached the concrete dock where  I stand and the wave slaps up a little  spray at my feet. I was here recently attempting a sketch of the scene  before me but was not entirely satisfied with my work because the perspective did not seem quite right and now I am studying the suspension bridge wondering if I can tackle that drawing next time .