Most of my scribbling today can be directly blamed on my watching BBC’s modern take on Sherlock. I was re-watching the first season on DVD as I wrote and screwed up several sheets of paper. Clio was most appreciative of the randomly appearing balls for her amusement. The particular episode I was watching featured a Vermeer painting. And so…
A Picture on a Budget
If a picture is worth a thousand words,
Can one be painted with less,
It’d take a master wordsmith at a guess.
To commit to paper what we see,
The flight of a bird through the sky,
The flow of water rushing by.
Could a few strokes of a pen capture it all,
A cityscape as the sun goes down,
Would take a writer of renown.