Tuesday, 9 January 2024
I enjoyed algebra in an odd way because I got to look at x y and z more often…than in literature and other subjects. I still like those letters, their linearity and symmetry, and that they’re at the end of the alphabet.
Monday, 8 January 2024
The rain has begun, and it’ll be windy and nasty overnight and through the morning.
Sunday, 7 January 2024
Photo from this day in 2020. Never quite grasped the logic behind “the world is your oyster.” Oysters are slimy and evanescent. Their shells are durable and hang around for thousands of years. If the saying refers to pearls, as some allege, why doesn’t it use the word pearl? I’d rather find parallels, and hope, with oyster shells.
Saturday, 6 January 2024
This people’s car has over-sized, shiny, convex hubcaps. Chrome or stainless?
Friday, 5 January 2024
Look at these wee windows all lined up to ogle pedestrians walking by on the sidewalk. Or that’s how it looks to me.
I thought the light on the fence-top loops looked darned special, and tried to capture it…but, nope, in the digital world, it looks just flat and not side-lit curvy lovely.
Thursday, 4 January 2024
I stepped this way and then that way to get the power lines out of this shot, but I haven’t words to go with it.
Wednesday, 3 January 2024
I braved the overcast nippy morn in proper garmetage to be quite comfy. Side effect: hat hair, the winter static-y kind. Took me back to my Midwest days.
Tuesday, 2 January 2024
I walked down to the park, and sat, nay basked, in the sunshine while nearby geese busily snatched grass yum yum from the roots. The basking was magical.
Monday, 1 January 2024
If I believed in omens, I’d think this colorful dawn sky is a good one for the new year. Since I don’t, I’m going with uplifting beauty.
Sunday, 31 December 2023
I had some grand idea about suggesting a parallel between sunshine and…prosperity…but, instead, I’ll just say…well, the first fireworks went off within my hearing at 6:50 this evening.