Move me to the sun

[sovay]

For obvious reasons there has been a lot of Sondheim in my head lately, so I was leaning on the back of the couch watching the dusk fall over the roofs of our street, singing "Take Me to the World," when I realized I had attracted a passerby, an older man in a denim jacket and a matching blue surgical mask carrying some home improvement paraphernalia. I finished singing and he nodded his head and moved on. It was nice.

My father came by earlier this afternoon and we walked around my neighborhood for an hour, checking on the developments of spring and the ever-mystifying progress of the GLX. We still had to duck a couple of maskless people, but they were in the minority. It's a Somerville ordinance now.



All the blossoms of its generation have fallen. The weeping cherry's going nowhere.



Audrey Tulip yearns hungrily.



My father asked if I could read the ivy-swarmed ghost sign. The ivy has been making sure that I can't.



The construction site that is just barely still the School Street Bridge.



The rotary drill rig just looked incredibly zoomorphic all of a sudden.



I loved the textures and colors.



Does anyone recognize this graffito? It looked like a heraldic phoenix to me.



The Japanese maple has no time for pastels.

Have some Yiddish plague songs.

Comments

[rosefox]

I'm probably putting way too much thought into what the artist just thought was a pretty picture!

[sovay]

I'm probably putting way too much thought into what the artist just thought was a pretty picture!

I'm enjoying it!