Yes my child . . . but only so long as you sacrifice a black chicken at midnight in your best pinafore.
Below, a fiber interpretation of a madwoman's lunchbox. I can see that this will tax my design skills (such as they are) to the limit when it comes to adding photos. Silly me, I thought it would be no worse than pasting up for a newspaper--determining the size of the gaps to be left in the text, working the text around the photos . . . hell, I did THAT in high school back in the days before desktop publishing.
Yes, all we had were rocks that displayed in orange text . . . (Mutters "Uphill both ways to school . . . in the snow . . . in July . . .")