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Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 
I really enjoyed this! Beautiful photos.
Thank you for the comment.
It’s a lot of fun to do. Admittedly there’s some work to be done on the pictures but I figure the more I take, the better I’ll get.
i enjoy origami art very much. this was nice and light-hearted:)
Thank you.
And incidentally, your comment was this blogs 1000th comment. I don’t know if there’s a prize or anything, but I’ll think of something.
Yay for you–more origami and didn’t you say someone found one you left? Way cool. I saw this in my Poem-a-Day mail and thought of you. So I’ll share it here.
The Other Side of the River
by Xi Chuan
translated by Lucas Klein
On the other side of the river
there is a flame
a flame
burning May
burning August
when the pagoda tree blooms, the professor with lentigo bows to her
when orange blossoms fall, an heir of graceful demeanor waves to her
and smiles
yet on the other side of the river she remains, still burning
like the underwater glistening of red coral
like a red straw hat blown away in the breeze
when I saw her yesterday she was totally still, looking to the sky
and today she lowers her head to watch the river
if it were overcast and raining, what would she do there on that side
of the river?
—her flame would not go out
a poet looks to her
a farmer looks to her
a Dialectical Materialist looks to her
she is on the other side of the river, burning
burning May
burning August
Wow, never had a poem remind someone of me. It’s very special, and the poem just rocks. Thank you so much.
Yep, some one found one. You can see who on Herd boy and Weaver. Last five comments I think. Totally awesome.
I love your delicate paper world. The inhabitants are so wonderful and lovely. Their only wee purpose is to be beautiful.
They be bonny things. Well, when I get the folding right. Cause sometimes it’s a little screwy.
But they are nice to have around. Just to brighten ones day.