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Oh, the Spanish-American War had its day
Today was overcast and curiously warm until we had a sudden thunderstorm and now it's drafty and cold, so here are pictures from yesterday's walk.
Either a very optimistic or a very confused day lily.
An elm grows in Somerville!
It says so on the label. I am calling it "Bella Ptelea," however, since that's the name I gave on the form when I put in with the city to adopt it, and defending this flagrant piece of macaroni on the grounds that it sounds like a medieval spell.
I am fairly confident there shouldn't be water underneath the School Street Bridge, since it runs over train tracks, not a river, but we've been seeing it for weeks and now there's a sort of pump set up out of shot. I liked the square of reflection floating in the seepage. It seemed to mimic the drowned pieces of crates.
The war memorial in front of the Somerville Public Library has been removed. I can't tell if its absence is construction- or politics-related. I always thought it was for the Spanish-American War, but it turns out to include also the Philippine-American War and the China Relief Expedition. It used to get Phil Ochs' "Sailors and Soldiers" stuck in my head (the version I learned from Sid Griffin and Billy Bragg, specifically) and now, to the annoyance of his shade, I expect, it's given me Dylan.
Looking from the Walnut Street Bridge toward the Medford Street Bridge, which you may just detect is partly missing. There's quite a lot more high school in that skyline than there used to be.
Under no circumstances did we even think of taking home this sidewalk couch, but it seemed to be making the leaf happy.
TCM will be running the long-lost, recently restored film debut of Harpo Marx in November and The New England Journal of Medicine has officially had it with this government. I appreciate both of these things.
Either a very optimistic or a very confused day lily.
An elm grows in Somerville!
It says so on the label. I am calling it "Bella Ptelea," however, since that's the name I gave on the form when I put in with the city to adopt it, and defending this flagrant piece of macaroni on the grounds that it sounds like a medieval spell.
I am fairly confident there shouldn't be water underneath the School Street Bridge, since it runs over train tracks, not a river, but we've been seeing it for weeks and now there's a sort of pump set up out of shot. I liked the square of reflection floating in the seepage. It seemed to mimic the drowned pieces of crates.
The war memorial in front of the Somerville Public Library has been removed. I can't tell if its absence is construction- or politics-related. I always thought it was for the Spanish-American War, but it turns out to include also the Philippine-American War and the China Relief Expedition. It used to get Phil Ochs' "Sailors and Soldiers" stuck in my head (the version I learned from Sid Griffin and Billy Bragg, specifically) and now, to the annoyance of his shade, I expect, it's given me Dylan.
Looking from the Walnut Street Bridge toward the Medford Street Bridge, which you may just detect is partly missing. There's quite a lot more high school in that skyline than there used to be.
Under no circumstances did we even think of taking home this sidewalk couch, but it seemed to be making the leaf happy.
TCM will be running the long-lost, recently restored film debut of Harpo Marx in November and The New England Journal of Medicine has officially had it with this government. I appreciate both of these things.
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Our city is full of those!