Life under a giant sun

I live on the foothills of the Jura mountains and at this time of year we often get fog in the valley. On such days we wake up to a beautiful sun, set in a deep blue sky. Then, as I drive into the valley to go to work, I descend into a fog which evolves into a low hanging cloud.

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Returning from a void

Eight months ago I deleted the content from this blog in an attempt to create space in my head. This blog was becoming ultra geeky and needed to be put on ice.

Blueprinting life – because we can

When I first thought of genetic fractals, it was when observing a flowering bush. The thunderbolt thought was about the relationship between genetic codes and natural structure of life, i.e. fractals. Now, 4 years later,

Fractal reality, what else!

In a number of posts from planet Genetic Fractals, I have suggested that duality is a faulty illusion induced by the human mind (“Your anti-cartesian life“, “The Spectrum of Duality“).

Seeing love through blind quietude

I saw, I clicked and I wondered. Now what?  Branches dissect morning sun reflection over lake.  Not good enough, I may as well photograph: trash covering tarmac at dump.

An experience of hand

Direct experience of hand as a surprising revelation

I ran again this morning. I try to run when I’m not travelling or in early meetings. At best this gives me exercise half the time.

It was still cold and the limited light painted a bleak landscape; subtle beauty. There was a mild northerly wind which meant that on the first stretch, I took the biting cold in the face. The wind crept through the gaps in my running gear and through the seams of my gloves, wrapping itself around my fingers.