Thus endeth Sexegesima.

Well Sexigesima has come and gone in naught but a wink. And Ash Wednesday is sitting there in the middle of the road like a forlorn, forgotten, and unforgiven cousin, wearing only the humble garb of penitence and sorrow.

But Lent has not arrived yet. And the joys of Epiphany still seem to surround me. More now, I think that in actual Epiphany tide. It is as if they don't want to let me go - protecting me, comforting me as I enterhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif into trails and hardships. The pleasures of King Cake and homemade pasta kept me company at the end of the week. . Could it have been any better?

It was a good week. For some reason, I was just.... happy. I had no cares or concerns. Nothing could really grate against my nerves, and I don't really know why. But thats how it was...

Twas a misty moisty morning

We went to Chico this weekend and the canyon was covered in a blanket of beautiful mist. Then on our way home, the moon shone blessedly.....

Bex

This weekend I did some photos for Bex. Tell me what you think.

hurray for Photoshop!

I am rediscovering Photoshop and actually taking time now to process my photos. So I spent some time this afternoon just tinkering around and heres what I came up with.

Christmas break

Because you all know that I'm always behind on uploading my pictures, I'm going to cheat a little bit and upload some photos from Christmas Day.

The Death of Pausanias

Pausanias was a Greek general during the Peloponnesian Wars. However, he got very greedy for power and sold his soul to the devil (i.e. struck a deal with the Medes). He tried to stay away from the Greeks and keep it a secret until the right time, because he knew he would lose everything if they knew. But they found out anyway, chased him in to the Temple of Athena and blockaded him in a room for many days. Finally when he was about to die of starvation they brought him out of the temple (because it was unlawful for a man to die in a temple) and "upon coming out of the temple, forthwith he died."

...at least, thats how Thucydides tells it....

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The world blurs and he keeps dancing.