68 Creativity
"Storm breaks into pieces,
Clouds charge the horizon.
Revolving of the heavens
Generates all movement."
The thumbnail is me on my dad's back nearly 50 years ago. My father has always inspired me. I would get lost in his wood carvings. He had an incredible eye for photography. It seems now that growing up was largely about me developing enough to be able to move from one of his works to the next. He carved this richly ornate bumble bee in flight, I mean you could hear those wings. The attention to detail, the applied pigments, electric life buzzing in your brain. He's the coolest guy I know and he's exceptionally creative.
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