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Before we get to the rest of my journal, can anyone tell me how to do a screen capture? It's for a good cause, I promise

No more complaining today. I will still take insight to the last journal though. Here's a couple of things I read yesterday. The first I found at work, one of our artisits used it as his inspiration for one of the biggest pieces of his career. The second I found as I was re-reading an old book. Even though I find it sad, I had to post it. It is one of my favorites by him.

"Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir mens' blood. Make big plans, aim high in work and hope..."

--Daniel Hudson Burnham

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She is a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,

He marked her thru the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark

He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.

Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove window light.

But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.

--Robert Frost