231.8 lbs…

… i have been experiencing huge frustrations in my blog flow… on Block Island, i am limited to my iPhone as a collection/production device and virtually everything is harder and behaves in ways that are downright annoying… i can’t seem to find the right connection flow between Feedbin and Ulysses, for example… or between Feedbin and any other app… everything is glitchy… everything happens in a partial way that isn’t suitable to me…

… add to that the incredibly useless internet connection we have out here and my frustration is at a maximum…

… i can’t wait until we get home…

… i don’t hate Block Island… there is lots to love about it… but over the course of two weeks the ways in which being here frustrate me begin to wear my patience thin…

… the war in Ukraine proceeds… H is worried it will lead to nuclear war… i am not so worried about that at the moment… what i worry about is that the rise in oil prices and the further stress the conflict and our reaction to it will put on the world production and supply system will come together with already strong authoritarian impulses to bring about the election of a Trumpian president if not Trump himself… it would be a disaster for the world as i and H know it…

… rain and sleet overnight… a winter storm, that on BI, sounds worse that it really is… back in Beacon, it looks like something approaching a foot of snow and then a little icing on top of it…

… i have put together a nice set of wind swept beach and stone photographs… i have a lot of work to draw from for this week’s photo poem…

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