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Sunday, 9 September 2007

now with added masterweb and IB Geek Girl

Welcome to the brand spanking new Web 2.0–ified ecanus•net! It's been a long time coming, but the old place was beginning to look a little grubby, so I decided it was time for a makeover. Much of v1 of the site was lost in a somewhat unplanned server move during September 2006 – some of it will be finding it's way back online eventually, other bits probably won't, but the site now has a couple of new bits along with some of the stuff that was formerly on my MasterWeb site. I hope you like them!


Welcome to ecanus•net, my own little cover of cyberspace. ecanus•net is a place where I share completed works of fiction, works in progress and thoughts on life, the universe and everything.

You're probably wondering why this page has got a picture of a birdhouse on it....and if you weren't before you probably are now <hehe!> Well, it's there for the simple reason that I couldn't find a suitable picture of an ordinary house. ecanus•net itself doesn't live in a house; it lives on a server, but I couldn't find a suitable pic of one of those either, so it looks like we're all stuck with the birdhouse for now!

"Enough of your rambling!" I hear you cry. "What's this place about then?" Well....ecanus•net is the home of my creative ramblings, including the archive of my poetry, and a selection of my short stories.

There's also a graphics section, containing some of my graphics which you may or may not find useful, some of my photography (the ones where I remembered to take the lens cap off!), and it's also home to my smiley collection which you're free to use to post on forums etc. as long as you follow the rules. There's also a section on web design, my assorted ramblings on accessibility, and code snippets which I've found useful for my sites. The relaunched blog will follow along again very shortly.

Make yourself at home, take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable.

Fallen Angel

Today's poem

Appearing below with any luck you should be seeing one of my latest poems. These are selected randomly by the squirrels that run this place, so if you don't like the one that's there, try refreshing the page and see what comes up – just don't do it too often or the squirrels get a bit antsy if they have to do too much work! ;–)

What colour is the wind?

What colour is the wind?
How big is the sky?
Things like this are important,
when you're nearly five.
Where do snowflakes come from?
Where does Jack Frost live?
When you're young the world is wondrous,
and everything's so big.
Who paints the colours of the rainbow?
Who teaches the birds how to fly?
The world is full of questions,
Who? How? What? Where? Why?
For the young anything is possible,
and imagination has no limit,
It's a time for working the world out,
and finding your place in it.
It's a skill we lose with age,
and it's unfortunate it happens that way,
because keeping young and enthused and learning,
is about finding wonder in each new day.