Arthur’s Seat
Someday, I’ll climb it.
Someday, I’ll climb it.
Among horse-drawn buggies and fields full of cows and dried up corn husks, I managed to find a tree with radient leaves. They’re very few and far between this year. I also managed to trip, tear my pants, scuff my Italian shoes, bruise a knee, but I saved the camera.
They’re giving away a digital camera.
I had an old Canon A80… actually, I still have it but it’s long in the tooth at two years and 4MP. I almost took it everywhere. I wanted to be one of those people who takes their cameras everywhere because you never know when you’ll see something worthwhile. Actually, [...]
It’s warm in December. Is that why everyone’s sick? Eerie mist has settled over the city, waiting, waiting, waiting, for icy cold to blow it away.
They called me to work at 0630. It’s Saturday. I was there until 1430. Doesn’t it ever end? No. I’m on call again all day tomorrow. That’s 24 hours of call neatly sandwiched between 2 five-day work weeks. I was disgusted to read in the paper today that Wall Street Christmas bonuses will be at [...]
This is what makes it so hard. It’s raining tonight. What a change from blinding sun and sea breezes.
No, I’m not stealing from Thomas Cahill. He stole it from Homer and I’m stealing it back.
On a day the suburbanites stayed away, city folk were out in the frozen streets and having snowball fights in the parks. I guesstimate 6-8 inches fell overnight in the city proper.
You can see the lens opening up wide.
I’m listening to Radiohead again after a long hiatus away from them.