  I'd like to begin with a discourse about a bird. Not just any bird, but the pidgen who was perched outside my hotel window just a few minutes ago. He was my inspiration for creating this site. Because... he is freedom and movement. Picture this: a window with white semi-see-through curtains, beyond which is a faux railing, a large bush with tiny pink flowers swaying in the wind, and farther back a line of trees, a building whose exterior is completely greenish glass, and then a blue-and-white dappled sky. Then a gentle cooing and flapping and down comes the bird. He looks briefly through the window as if it were created to let creatures see in instead of people seeing out.
He bobs his head, walks back and forth as if deciding whether to put up residence, and I freeze, capturing the moment in my mind. Here, though my window, I can see evidence of Man, God, Nature, Creature--all rolled up into one quasi-two-dimentional mental snapshot. And so, instead of walking down the hallway to get my laundry, I write. 
