Photo by Craig Blackstock, from my theme calendar for the month marked "Vision."
Favourite topic around the sphere lately has been the future of print books -- as if the advent of the Kindle is some shattering eschatological event.
Please, print publishing is not facing Apocalypse Now, no matter how fervently the idea is promoted -- simply because this "e-revolution" is based on the assumption that electric power will continue to be cheaply available; and that all book readers/buyers will shortly become computer literate.
Am delighted to see that Rick has continued to play with his hard-boiled Roman detective story begun on a whim in comments here on Monday.
I think the world can use more detective type heroes, besides those from the Middle Ages and Egypt and Fu Manchu. I'd like to see a hard-boiled fellow operating in Troy or in Gaul. In fact there are an endless number of historical settings where a tough detective guy (or girl) would be a total hoot.
They defused another 1,000 lb. WW II bomb in London last week. Have often thought old ordnance provided a perfect deus ex machina.
My rose climbers are in bloom ahead of the tea roses and the grandfloras. The red one preens and flirts at the bay window, walking its tendrils up my casements in blatant provocation. But the creamy rose by the sundial entwines and entraps by a song of sensual, sultry fragrance.