Deosil is brought to you by Mark W. Law & Miss Frieda!
Coming soon - the Deo-WeatherCam... after all - why not?

Coming Soon

25 April 2026 / Mark
I Heard Coyotes Sing - a poem for a friend.

I Heard Coyotes Sing

24 April 2026 / Mark
Just a post about curiousity. If TLDR check out my recipes.

I am curious

24 April 2026 / Mark
An Ocean of Silence - a poem after thinking.

An Ocean of Silence

6 April 2026 / Mark
Who doesn't like peanut butter and popcorn?

Bingy Peanut Popcorn Squares

4 April 2026 / Mark
Cherry blossoms - Mono No Aware.

Mono No Aware

30 March 2026 / Mark
New (??) recipe plugin in the footer of my pages! Come boil some sheep heads a la 1908!

Geek Meets Chef

25 March 2026 / Mark
Swiss Steak Recipe

Swiss Steak Allah Oop!

25 March 2026 / Mark
Rice Milk - Milk Without The Moo!

Milk Without The Moo

25 March 2026 / Mark
A poem about drifting away into the music of the fallen.

Drifting

17 March 2026 / Mark
Gulls - a poem.

Gulls

5 March 2026 / Mark
The new art carrier with my large box of pencils at the back!

Patch, Pitch or Paint?

21 February 2026 / Mark
Stardust - a poem

Stardust

16 February 2026 / Mark
Four old BIC pens and a board... lol

BIC Ideas From Little Things

7 February 2026 / Mark
The resident hermit caught in the reflection of the new Bambu P1S.

Deosil Goes 3Deosil

17 January 2026 / Mark
Renee Good.

I am not mad

11 January 2026 / Mark

Wunderground

10 January 2026 / Mark
Weathercloud current weather in my backyard.

Slaying The Weather Bug

6 January 2026 / Mark
More wide bracelets on leather and paracord straps.

The Knotty Life Continues

29 December 2025 / Mark
Manipulation of an image taken in my backyard this morning.

Trees

27 December 2025 / Mark
We are ALL One in Jesus Name!

Peace Of The Season To You & Yours!

25 December 2025 / Mark

The Sublime List

23 December 2025 / Mark
The bigger, better macraloom.

Crafting a Bigger Board

22 December 2025 / Mark
'Fire and Rain' a poem about childhood's end.

Fire and Rain

20 December 2025 / Mark
Beauty is everywhere if you look for it.

Caught Up in The Beauty

17 December 2025 / Mark
The post-beard me. I wonder how long til my nose freezes?

Scritch Scritch

16 December 2025 / Mark
Turning pockets into an earbuds and phone carrier.

Jean-eology 101

6 December 2025 / Mark
Iris - a poem

Iris

5 December 2025 / Mark
A simple kanban app to keep me organized.

Getting Organized

28 November 2025 / Mark
A poem about walking in the rain.

A Thousand Diamonds

26 November 2025 / Mark
The SamBag - recycling a wee pair of painter pants into a multi-functional carry bag.

The SamBag

22 November 2025 / Mark
The bucket list for November 2025

Bucket List November 2025

21 November 2025 / Mark
My current LM22.2 desktop showing formerly Windows apps running under Wine.

Pro-Linux & Anti-Virus!

20 November 2025 / Mark
Thoughts on empathy and world view.

Empathy as Worldview

15 November 2025 / Mark
Rusty's lookalike...

Rusty

14 November 2025 / Mark
Recycling an old belt and some macrame cord.

Knottiness Continues

11 November 2025 / Mark
Miss Frieda

In The Moment

9 November 2025 / Mark
A poem before the snow flies...

A Greeting of Leaves

7 November 2025 / Mark
Anna Lapwood - smiling as always.

Angels On Her Fingertips

4 November 2025 / Mark

Feeling Knotty

4 November 2025 / Mark
Childhood is made up of exploring our senses

Clary

30 October 2025 / Mark
Colourful Black and White - nostalgia found on youtube.com

Colourful Black and White

30 October 2025 / Mark
Jim 'JR' Hough

Honouring Memories

28 October 2025 / Mark
Delicioius Surrender - a poem about growing up.

Delicious surrender

28 October 2025 / Mark
A humpback rolling in the sea.

Whalesong

26 October 2025 / Mark
A poem about leaving and what we leave behind.

Leaving Something Behind

25 October 2025 / Mark
Formerly Windows apps running 'natively' in WINE on my Linux Mint computer - Yaaay!

The Final Migration Begins

24 October 2025 / Mark
Poetry

A Day So Quiet

A day so quiet,you can hear the rustleof Frieda’s leashin fallen leaves,or children playingin the parkthree blocks away. These are days to remember,not the big promotionor the long

Poetry

We Lose Sight

We lose sight of the horizonnavigatingthe crests and troughs of an angry seathat is our lifefrom first coffee to pajama time. We lose sight of the big pictureattendingto