Logo + intro screen for Syntrax, our former dev team's third music editor (Windows, 1998), after SIDmon (Amiga, 1989) and Digital Mugician (Amiga, 1990).
3D artwork, showing a blue musical note character walking across a mix between a music keyboard and a computer keyboard, while an audio chip character acts as a conductor, sprinkling magical musical notes to change the computer keyboard into a music keyboard.
Intro / splash picture, made around 2000 for DeliPlayer, a former Windows audio player specialized in exotic retro-computer music module formats, particularly Amiga formats.
Pixel logos I created in the early 1990s, using Deluxe Paint ("DPaint") on an Amiga. Back then, cassette tapes, diskettes and CD(-ROM)s were still hot storage media. 😃
A Google content violation notice, regarding a cartoon-style 3D character resembling an old PC. It prints a poo emoji on a sheet of paper coming out of its backside.
A color landscape photo of an abandoned roadside building that may have been a gas station or gift shop or both. An eroded road surface is in the foreground. It sweeps up to the center of the photo and off to the right. On the left is the building, a long single story white stucco with several openings for windows and one opening for a door. The windows and doors are long gone. A wide rose colored stripe is painted below the flat roof and just above the door and window openings. The building is covered in colorful graffiti. On the right, in the background, a tall wooden arrow appears stuck in the ground as though it flew in from the left at a great height.
Czasem przychodzi mi nostalgiczny nastrój, i szukam jakiejś osoby ze swojej internetowej przeszłości. Osoby, której nie mogłem kiedyś odwiedzić, bo byłem zbyt młody — i którą dziś mógłbym odwiedzić bez problemu. Czasem udaje mi się kogoś odnaleźć. Już drugi raz okazuje się, że ta osoba jest za granicą.
Ale w sumie cieszę się, bo wygląda na to, że im się jakoś życie układa. Teraz tylko się zastanawiam, czy jest sens, żebym się odzywał. Może mnie pamięta. Tylko nie wiem, co miałoby to sprawić. Czy ludziom sprawia przyjemność, kiedy odzywa się ktoś z dalekiej przeszłości? Czy tylko ja rozgrzebuję swoją przeszłość?
Retro-futuristic 3D artwork, showing a Commodore 64 computer depicted as a spaceship in war with a Sinclair ZX Spectrum computer spaceship, with Earth in the background.
The earworm for today is Be My Baby by the Ronettes — whoa‑oh‑oh‑oh indeed.
When it comes to music, I’m pretty much rooted in the past. Mostly the ’60s and ’70s, with the occasional reach into the ’80s and ’90s. Music from the 21st century… not so much. Honestly, I’m not sure I could name a single tune from this century, though there might be one or two hiding somewhere in the back of my mind.
Modern music feels so visual now. People latch onto a song because they first saw it in some eye‑popping music video. Back in the day, it was just the radio waves. A song caught your ear, and if you liked it enough, you headed to the record store to buy a vinyl record — or in the ’70s, maybe an eight‑track tape. I had one of those eight‑track players flopping around under the dash of my 1950 Chevy truck.
Imagine being a musician then, selling yourself sight unseen over the radio with nothing but melody and lyrics. Those musicians were good. I’m not knocking contemporary music at all — I’m sure that fifty years from now, someone will be stuck in the 2020s the way I’m stuck in the ’60s.
I still remember the first “grown‑up” song that grabbed my attention. It was 1962, and I had just turned ten. My brother and I both got transistor radios for Christmas, and Sherry by the Four Seasons hooked me right away. Hmm… I wonder whatever happened to that old transistor radio.
“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” — Bob Marley
“Before MTV, you heard the song before you ever saw the face.” — Billy Joel
“All I had was a voice and a microphone.” — Aretha Franklin
"A dense cluster of autumn maple leaves fills the frame like a ceremonial tapestry. The leaves blaze in vibrant shades of red, orange, and golden yellow, each one a flame caught mid-flicker. Their edges are jagged and lobed, like open hands reaching outward, some curled slightly with age, others crisp and flat like pressed parchment.
Natural light spills across the foliage, illuminating the intricate vein patterns that run like rivers through each leaf — delicate tributaries etched in amber and rust. The colors are layered and overlapping, creating a mosaic of warmth and motion, as if the forest floor had risen to speak.
The background is a deep, velvety black, making the leaves appear to glow from within. This contrast sharpens the drama — the leaves do not merely rest, they radiate, suspended in a moment of seasonal transformation. There is no wind, no blur — only stillness and clarity, as if time paused to honor the shedding.
Old Florida roadside charm thrives in beloved small business ‘pocket places’ where Homemade Pies, Fresh Fruit, & Smoothies spark heartfelt nostalgia. See ALT for details.
Old Florida roadside charm thrives in beloved small business ‘pocket places’ where Homemade Pies, Fresh Fruit, and Smoothies spark heartfelt nostalgia. Bob Roth's New River Groves, a classic farmstand and fruit market established in 1964, carries on this tradition with key lime pie, homemade fudge, fresh-squeezed juices, and vibrant produce. On a grey and rainy day, the bright orange and green building catchs the eye and is easily recognizable by the roadside. These small, family-run treasures create lasting memories, reminding visitors of simpler times and preserving the warm, welcoming spirit that has defined local communities for generations.