Gorgeous!
(Though the eyes look more olivine than the cerulean you describe in ALT. At least to me.)

Wow! I wept. <3
(Thanks, Heaney! I forgive you for kissing my spouse.)

I shrank it six years before that! Such an embarrassingly gaping space between two tiny words, crying out to be backspaced.

Wonderful photo!

Make whatever rules you like, but anyone who makes art is an artist. Income has nothing to do with it. Unless you want to exclude Van Gogh, Vivian Maier, Wallace Stevens, Rousseau, Robert Johnson, and many others.

великолепный! <3

Bailey says, "Hai!"

Cerrena unicolor?

Relistening to _Ulysses_ to stay sane, though I'm always left with a craving for the inner organs of beasts and fowls.
(From as far back as I can remember, I always want to eat or drink what the characters I'm reading about like.)

Yikes! Without your spoon you'll be forced to feast on eggs and buttercups fried with fish.
I'm OK. But your use of the word 'after' makes it seem that the madness might be over. I fear it's only beginning.

"They dined on mince and slices of quince. . ."

My father used to say to our dogs, in a mock serious tone, when they'd exhibit that stare, "Don't you charm my food!"

Bailey had that trouble once. He was freaking out and so was I. Suddenly I had flipped from "Don't pee there!" To "Pee anywhere you like! Just pee!"
We were both so happy when he did!

Ouchie.