IPW

Keep it Moving Man

I've got to jot down some impressions while I'm waiting for a large file to download. Things are good over here at Hazard County Illustration, but that mean all work, some play and little time to update the blog that time forgot. Not that anyone cares TOO much, I mean, of the four people who read this portrait of infrequency I talk to three of them on a weekly basis at least. You, to whom I don't speak, simply don't call enough. You know who you are. With your little lisp. (Now even I don't know who I'm talking about). Summer is ending though, there is a touch of the crisp in the air and as the days get shorter, the blog entries are sure to get longer. It is the way of things, the changing of seasons. It always has been, since caveman times. When were caveman times? Well, before recorded history and the invention of time, which put a name on the rising and setting of the sun, thus imprisoning us into a grid-like continuum that has dominated our lives ever since. Fortunately for you, time has a name, and has passed, and the file has downloaded and you don't have to read incessant blathering, at least for a couple more days.