Efficiency is Independence
I'm a retired architect building systems that don't need "Big Tech" permission to exist. I run a full web presence, mail stack, and security layer for a dozen users on 1GB of RAM. No Docker. No bloat. No bullshit.
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The Artist's Gallery & Manuscripts
Painting
Willow's Whisper~2015 • Acrylic on Canvas
This acrylic on canvas portrait utilizes a naturalistic color palette to create a sense of harmony between the subject and the outdoor environment. The artist employs a shallow depth of field effect by keeping the facial features in sharp focus while the background foliage is rendered with softer...
Manuscript
realmsGenre: Speculative Fiction
The Unseen Currents A work in progress...
Characters: • ANANDA (Male - meaning "bliss" or "joy," suggesting a compassionate, dedicated nature) • LAKSHMI (Female - a name associated with prosperity and fortune, but here hinting at a richness that becomes hoarded or misdirected) • SIDDHA (Male - meaning "accomplished" or "perfected," reflecting an innate goodness despite outward struggles) • MAYA (Female - meaning "illusion" or "creative power," fitting for someone who navigates and eventually ...
Characters: • ANANDA (Male - meaning "bliss" or "joy," suggesting a compassionate, dedicated nature) • LAKSHMI (Female - a name associated with prosperity and fortune, but here hinting at a richness that becomes hoarded or misdirected) • SIDDHA (Male - meaning "accomplished" or "perfected," reflecting an innate goodness despite outward struggles) • MAYA (Female - meaning "illusion" or "creative power," fitting for someone who navigates and eventually ...
Poetry
The Soldier's Home.by Robert Bloomfield
My untried muse shall no high tone assume, Nor strut in arms; - farewell my cap and plume: Brief be my verse, a task within my power, I tell my feelings in one happy hour; But what an hour was that! when from the main I reach'd this lovely valley once again! A glorious harvest fill'd my eager sight, Half shock'd, half waving in a flood of light; On that poor cottage roof where I was born The sun look'd down as in life's early morn. I gazed around, but not a soul appear'd, I listen'd on the th...