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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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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
aioGenre: Speculative Fiction
Scene 1: The Children's Playground (Revised - Fifth Pass) The sandbox was a chaos of fine grit and flung plastic, exactly as any proper sandbox should be.
A couple of parents sat on a nearby bench, faces tipped to the sun, occasionally glancing up from their screens.
You'd think the squealing and the bits of sand clinging to every surface would get to them, but most seemed to have developed an impressive filter.
Seven-year-old Eleanor Vance, her knees already streaked with the day's first lay...
A couple of parents sat on a nearby bench, faces tipped to the sun, occasionally glancing up from their screens.
You'd think the squealing and the bits of sand clinging to every surface would get to them, but most seemed to have developed an impressive filter.
Seven-year-old Eleanor Vance, her knees already streaked with the day's first lay...
Poetry
The Four Bridges.by Jean Ingelow
I love this gray old church, the low, long nave, The ivied chancel and the slender spire; No less its shadow on each heaving grave, With growing osier bound, or living brier; I love those yew-tree trunks, where stand arrayed So many deep-cut names of youth and maid. A simple custom this - I love it well - A carved betrothal and a pledge of truth; How many an eve, their link'd names to spell, Beneath the yew-trees sat our village youth! When work was over, and the new-cut hay Sent wafts of bal...