
amongst fallen leaves
mushrooms sneak their way skyward
finches hunt for food
Making Computer Systems Behave Themselves

amongst fallen leaves
mushrooms sneak their way skyward
finches hunt for food

The sun descending
Western mountains afire
Reaching for my dreams
It’s been a frenetic week, but productively so.
It may be because I’m still pretty new at this whole programming/coding thing, but I was pretty stoked to discover this feature within the built-in calculator that comes with Windows 10 (it might be part of older versions of Windows. I just don’t know). I’ve built Excel sheets for these conversions to check my work. This is actually easier and less clunky. Sure, I can do these manually, and I’m getting better at doing so in my head, but it’s good to have the ability to check my work easily.
Along with this, a friend of mine let me know about HiPer Calculator for Android phones. I look forward to trying it out. I downloaded the free version, but there is a “Pro” version for $3.49. I’ll see how the free one works. Trying to be frugal and all that.
Do you have any tools that you love and recommend to an up-and-coming developer? I’d really love to hear about them. Leave a comment!

autumn progresses
but the trees are not yet bare
this briskly cold morn
I took this photo while out on my walk yesterday. My fondness for autumn soothes me in these angry times.
Photo by me, created in Adobe Spark.

Moving through the night
The silence surrounding me
And leaves under foot

a moment in time
amazing autumn moment
ensnared by the light
My contribution to today’s Word of the Day challenge.
Photo by Daria Shevtsova from Pexels

sunrise climbing clouds
fires of life stretching westward
my dreams still speaking
Created with Adobe Spark.

sprinting clouds move past
trees bow, respecting the wind
leaves racing downwards
This poem is my contribution to the Fandango Word of the Day Challenge, “outcome”.
in this time of rage
I seek an outcome of hope
living gracefully
Featured image by Lynnelle Richardson from Pexels

dawn moves through the clouds
hope ripples through the puddles
tea’s steam awakens
A Seattle autumn morning, rainy and cool. Strange senses of home.