There was a whole ring of them. No fairies in evidence, alas.

Someone’s shed makes a sweet contrasting background.

I can’t read everything in her hair. I definitely see broke.

Really insistent directions require six fingers.

The phrase, the little heart, and the fact that it’s on repurposed law office stationery.

In case you had forgotten that I live in Portland.

Indeed.

A little bit yoga, a little bit Aladdin Sane.

Crustypunk kid or The Fool from the tarot deck? (Both/and is always an option.)

The “23″ reminds me of the 23 enigma.

The ex-television is, in fact, chained to a bike rack. (See above re: living in Portland.)

I liked this one because it incorporates the corner.

In case you were wondering what is better than a pug. Or two pugs.

It’d be useful at times, don’t you think?

They are trying to scratch him out but they haven’t quite managed it.

Sometimes reflections do exactly what I want them to.

Your pareidolia of the day.

I wonder in what entity the creator was intending to announce affiliation?

So rad.

Hadn’t seen one of these in a while. He is part of a herd.

Wall.

There are words elsewhere. Inside a Scrivener folder, to be precise. And they’re accumulating, although not as fast as I’d like. But when has that ever not been true?

It’s the least practical object I own. I keep it in the yard, the house being somewhat lacking in surfaces on which to display a large hunk of rusting metal.

I especially love the clouded glass through which you could at one point have viewed your fortune. Look at it now, and you see only the futility of trying to find out what’s coming.

I’m indebted to the artist who put this up in my neighborhood. The gritted teeth, the grim expression — it’s like that, yeah.

You want your writing to process, like with Pomp and Circumstance and fancy outfits. But sometimes what you get is more like processed, as in meat, and you’re trying to assemble ill-favored scraps into something appetizing.

In other news, I’ve just changed web hosts, and a few things seem to have gone missing in the transition. If you’re looking for something on sararyan.com and you can’t find it, please to let me know.

Hypothesis: food coloring does not harm goldfish. At least one hopes that’s the case.

My previous photo post mysteriously vanished, so here are these, too:

Sometimes the view just looks like a comics panel:

Reflected clouds:

A Baron Von Fancy peach, considerably faded:

She’s floating:

Art:

Sporadic Internet for the next few days in the Usual Undisclosed Location. Hopefully this post will not mysteriously vanish also.

Cool bird affirms your coolness.

Best restaurant sign ever.

And now…gnomes. I could not stop taking pictures of this setup.

Clearly a labor of love.