Round Museum

I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black

12.02.23

Apparently the moment that Thanksgiving arrives, then so does Christmas. Holiday songs fill the air, the tinsel comes out, and The Elf begins popping up in the creepiest of ways around the house.

12.01.23

The Bell AH-1W SuperCobra is a twin-engine attack helicopter with a 2.75 Inch rocket system. The LAU-61C/A digital rocket launcher features a 19-round thermally coated cylinder which can be fired one rocket at a time, or in ripple mode where multiple shots can be fired in about one second.

The Hickory Aviation Museum
Hickory, NC

11.30.23

When people keep repeating
That you'll never fall in love
When everybody keeps retreating
But you can't seem to get enough
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart

11.29.23

When you step through the portal to Resident Culture’s realm, you reach a space where the absurd is normalized and accepted. You, Human Reader, are welcome to fully be your true self, without fear of standing out or being ridiculed. We are here to observe and honor our differences, our unique life experiences, without judgement or rejection.

11.28.23

On a bright desert pathway
Cool wind in my hair
Tall arms of Saguaro
Rising up in the air
On the edge of the cactus
I saw a hole through the side
My head grew dizzy and my thoughts intrigued
What's been living inside?

It could be a gilded flicker
Nesting in a hollow chute
Or a gila woodpecker
Building a Saguaro boot
There's the sneaky little elf owl
That will try to steal the space
Or a gang of house finches
Taking over the place

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

Shortly before 3:00 p.m., as Arnold circled around the gallery of the museum, he saw a colorful glint of light flash from the northeast corner of the building. Startled, he assumed it must be some sort of electrical problem, but then noticed nine shiny saucer-like objects floating near the ceiling, interspersed with five colorful rings. As of this posting, the origin of the saucers and rings remains unexplained. Arnold doesn't want to talk about it.

11.25.23

The game is on. If you're diving into the scrum of shopping mania on Black Friday, hopefully, you've got your strategy fully in place. You're up early and getting into the proper mindset. Looked at all the deals and best prices. Credit cards? Check. Comfortable shoes? Check. Sharpened elbows? Check and check. Go now! Carpe diem!

11.24.23

"Happy Thanksgiving!" says this knotty molecular punkin' Round! The wreath has evolved from a singular Christmas-holiday door decoration into a near every month seasonal expression. Valentine's Day? There's a ringed nest of hearts and cupids greeting you. Fourth of July? Avoid anything with sparklers. Halloween? Witches, ghosts and probably another round of pumpkins. Groundhog Day? Let's wait to see the shadow.

11.23.23