I have indeed returned from overgrown, pollen-dusted, turkey-infested Massachusetts. I did my part to help the neighborhood celebrate my father's 90th birthday. I am not kidding about the turkeys. These birds have returned to their ancient range and you can hear them gobbling in suburban woods. Nothing that a shotgun and a dinner table won't take care of. There was plenty of food at my dad's parties, one for musicians on Saturday night and one for the neighborhood and more musicians on Sunday afternoon.
Meanwhile, I was holding out in the Hampton Inn poking away at night on my little Mac iBook, "SoyMac," trying to make something in Photoshop. I worked for hours
creating architectural detail patterns for my next modest digital opus. And I wrote more about the techno-mages helping the poor earthquake-stricken city of Eridu. There's more to be said about that, including the aftermath of what could still become a nuclear disaster in NoantriWorld. Hence this ominous dome picture, made with some of my architectural pattern pixel-printers. The blue glow represents radiation. I am very glad to be back home in Virginia.