Wow my walls and curtains are ugly

This is my command station. From this cockpit, I steer my glorious wooden abode and its inhabitant(s) through the lines of light, ranged in the non-space of the mind.

Take from the table

Resuming aerial vibrations. Stay tuned.

Blacksmith

I put together this graphic - it's a composite of images from the area where my ancestor had his blacksmith workshop for the King Ranch in Kingville. Today, on that spot is the King Ranch Henrietta Memorial Museum or something like that. Not sure of the official name. Anyway, the graphic is an ode to the past. Kind of a chiascuro effect.

Stretch

This will become something else.