Alas, I have no pics of awesome. Camera's just seem to die or fade away ... I know not why, but I question every day. How it could be that something so fey, could just calmly, quietly fade away.
Forsooth, by the pen of the average man, this woe-begotten fuselage of brick and tin covered span, there sits the one less creature that cannot fly, nor dance. It ticks, it tocks, and mostly chants.
One day more, one day less; it matters more, it matters less.
The time of awesome is blossoming, and the rest of it is just a mess.
Breathe the awesome, exhale even more awesomeness.
Know in thy heart, that all is well, even though I confess
If not for the love of cookie, awesome would just be a guess.
Peace. And smileys!