APFwebs

Software with a Grin

These days

APFwebs: an orbweaver.

I weave websites—that simple. Close to home.

Words and pics: ideas snagged.

Refined and distilled. A pessimist thinks the glass is half empty. An optimist thinks it's half full. A webmaster thinks the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.

My threads are crisp and and clear. Free flow. No bushwa.

¿K?

Santa Fe nights

Moon over Santa Fe

Times past, a dark road climbed the mesa: now, a jeweled strand of headlights.

Atop, Santa Fe lit the distant foothills. Streets now etch once-dark scrub. The evening glow spreads farther south.

It is my root.