"A Song for Riverbend"

No one lights the lamps in the City of Peace;
fear the swift flambeau in the City of Peace.

Layers of lost time, and the shimmer of heat
pierced by august steel in the City of Peace.

Now break camp and go. May you find what you seek:
walls of lasting frith, and a city of peace.


Uptown Players "come crawling back to Broadway..."


Not a chupacabra but a Xoloitzcuintle. (via Wikipedia)


A short history of color systems.