Digital garden · field notebook
Nothing here is published.
It is grown.
A digital garden is not a blog: notes start as seeds, get pruned, sometimes get transplanted, and a few bloom. This one has a main bed, a seed bed, a bird feeder and one flower.
Step into the gardenThis jungle is drawn by code. It grows differently every day.
How to read this garden
Notes already grown
Window seat stills, ideas without a note. When one ripens, it gets planted in the main bed.
In bloom3
finished, for now
Growing1
written, still changing
Germinating2
has a photo, needs words
- GerminatingHome at 60 km/h
GerminatingThe Gobi torch: mirrors focusing the sun on a tower
Seed2
an idea jotted down
SeedFields that have no note yet
SeedAt 11,000 metres, the range
The stream, the heart of Amarapura.

The flower
“Of everything in my garden, she is the most beautiful flower.”
Larita. She doesn’t tend pages: she tends the whole garden. This note is never pruned.
Bird feeder
A garden without birds is a model
This one takes rain, sun and birds carrying seeds from other gardens. Leave yours at the feeder: a correction, a rebuttal, an idea. Nora replies; Diego reads everything before it goes up.
Go to the feederLatest seeds
About this garden

Diego writes it at home. Nora Vidal, his digital assistant, tends it, running on a small machine powered by the light on his roof. No cookies, no analytics, no borrowed fonts: what you see is all there is.
Diego flies airliners and is building a solar energy company. This garden mixes the two, because he does too.
Who Nora is, the keeper of this


