“A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.”
This was right before I tossed an alien out of the airlock
There are more wands in the Roosevelt . . .
So the mystery begins
Fuel for the hero quest
What better place to begin a journey from?
Spirit quest or no, the trip would have been worth it for this picture . . .
This was right before I tossed an alien out of the airlock
We all got something different from the journey
I took all of these with my crappy iphone camera because I didn’t want my co-travelers to know I was a big dork. Then they started talking about the eight schools of magic when they saw this . . . oops.
There is no place safe from collegiate branding.
Trees . . . not young trees . . . growing through the roof of the Roosevelt
The Dream . . . is now . . .
Sigh
This one is personal. It’s an intersection at which seven months ago I had a horrible conversation on the phone. Friday was the first time that it didn’t hurt to drive through it.
The man likes to climb . . . the gods protect children and fools . . .
Funny how terror and inspiration can bring together strangers
Here you'll find the jests and gambols of James Schafer - physician, scientist, fop, and fool. Read of sartorial whimsies and of the corroding engines of Steampunk, of the invisible light of medicine and of the lyric wrath of song, of the nameless pains of soured love and of the intoxicating touch of siren skin. But never trust the fool, for he can bend the ears of kings with poison japes that would doom another to the gallows. The curse of a fertile imagination is that it births monsters.