Once I had a color as red as a rose
My poem "The Bargain" has been accepted by Not One of Us; it features pomegranates and I wrote it last night out of a difficult day. Today has not been of the greatest, either, but at least ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and I got out for a walk and I took photos before the light ran out.
The motive force of rhetoric aside, wearing a mask in a pandemic isn't heroic, it's the damn minimum of humanity, but that hasn't stopped some of us from looking like statues about it.
This house, on the other hand, looked distressingly like a metaphor.
Eastward over the train tracks from the Walnut Street Bridge.
A very bewildered tree on Gilman Street.
The McGrath Highway Bridge was built in 1926 and refurbished in 1983 and it feels like cheating to take pictures of it because it doesn't have a bad angle.
Sheeler and Strand, eat your hearts out.
I do not tire of steel riveted against the sky.
Nor of the people who explore them with me.
The last bands of sunset.
Frames of a train.
I loved how the sky curled over the street.
I didn't mark when Sarma acquired its cephalopod, but I approve.
This time last year was a blizzard and a medical emergency, but I really believe this time this year is even more stressful, and it should not be the case.
spatch and I got out for a walk and I took photos before the light ran out.
The motive force of rhetoric aside, wearing a mask in a pandemic isn't heroic, it's the damn minimum of humanity, but that hasn't stopped some of us from looking like statues about it.
This house, on the other hand, looked distressingly like a metaphor.
Eastward over the train tracks from the Walnut Street Bridge.
A very bewildered tree on Gilman Street.
The McGrath Highway Bridge was built in 1926 and refurbished in 1983 and it feels like cheating to take pictures of it because it doesn't have a bad angle.
Sheeler and Strand, eat your hearts out.
I do not tire of steel riveted against the sky.
Nor of the people who explore them with me.
The last bands of sunset.
Frames of a train.
I loved how the sky curled over the street.
I didn't mark when Sarma acquired its cephalopod, but I approve.
This time last year was a blizzard and a medical emergency, but I really believe this time this year is even more stressful, and it should not be the case.
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Yeah, I suspect that even if you did go to the trouble of dramatically unleashing it, it would just kind of hang out once you had.
(We use that line with our cats, though, where it does apply.)
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I am glad to share!
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*hugs*
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It is deeply, deeply wrong. :(
Cephalopod!
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*hugs*
Cephalopod!
It makes me happy!
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I like having it there!
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That is an excellent cephalopod.
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Thank you!
That is an excellent cephalopod.
I really admire it.
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Those are good photos. I love the one of the distressed house; that's amazing. Also the squid! Thanks for sharing.
*hugs* for the rest.
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Thank you!
Those are good photos. I love the one of the distressed house; that's amazing. Also the squid! Thanks for sharing.
You're welcome! I was glad to be able to get out and find them.
*hugs* for the rest.
*hugs*
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'wearing a mask in a pandemic isn't heroic, it's the damn minimum of humanity'
This! I have real psychological issues with the things but I do it, because other people.
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This. I'm quite happy to take the damn things off once I'm away from shops and the crush of people (I hate my glasses steaming up) but while I'm in there... A month or two back, I was queueing in my local shop and two lads came in. They weren't just maskless, they were *vaping* inside. I'm a smoker myself, but I try to be respectful to other folks' lungs. I dropped a few f-bombs when they'd left.
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Telford is our nearest big shopping place which is why we tend to go to Shrewsbury, which is saner and much more real.
Which large-ish town if you don't mind my asking?
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Sympathy, solidarity, and support. In nine months my skin hasn't stopped screaming at me, but. Other people.
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That house is not wearing good motley. It's scratching at my ideas-lobe though.
Damn, that bridge. Damn, that sky. That cephalopod, damn. It looks like an amiable sort.
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Thank you!
That house is not wearing good motley. It's scratching at my ideas-lobe though.
Ooh. I look very much forward.
Damn, that bridge. Damn, that sky. That cephalopod, damn. It looks like an amiable sort.
It belongs to the restaurant we're ordering our anniversary dinner from tonight! We've lived up the street from them for four years and never gone in, because they are fancy. Well, it is 2020 and we deserve fancy, too.
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I'll let you know. I hope it's healthier on the inside. *mutters stuff about "tatterdemalion" and "artist's colony"*
*Well, we deserve fancy too.*
Yes, you do, and I hope it's a fab meal. I'll look forward to reading about it; you write exquisitely about food.
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It really looks great!