Scatzophrenia
Or is it catoraphobia?
Or is it catoraphobia?
While my friend the aerophant is slowly recovering from whatever ailment these engaging beasts tend to suffer from, I offer you a ‘phantesque riddle.

Guess the picture. You have as many answers as you want.
I’ve been having tons of work recently, leaving me hardly any time to write. But I still have a minute to stop, take a picture, and meditate. I need to take the picture before I can meditate, otherwise, I am always thinking about light, angles, frames, colors.
This was Friday evening, as we escaped to celebrate our eleventh anniversary. Maybe I’ll show you more pictures of the beautiful place.
I should be going back to a normal writing pattern by the end of the week.
My neighbor’s cider press after a busy day pressing 200 litres of apple juice (from my sister-in-law’s orchard).