I am constantly wondering if I am a right or left brain person. I write computer programs, love math and can do pretty complex equations in my head. It is a skill I have and it is pretty normal to have something we do well. I can do haiku on demand but that’s a story for another day.
This photo (print) hangs in our bathroom. It is nothing special other than it came from my wife’s mother after she passed.
On the bottom left corner there is 61/250, which I assume means it is print 61 of 250.
And I look at the print and instantly do the math.
His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.
A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.
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