Some have learned the way to turn themselves to trees
It is amazing how much the dominant note on returning from any masked walk in the cold is "Oh, thank God, now I can blow my nose." Yesterday we left the house late enough in the day that ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch got some incredible dusk-lit pictures of the part-demolished high school and it was too cold for me to take my hands out of my pockets without a better grade of gloves. This afternoon we made a point of bolting from the house before sunset hit. I took a bunch of photos, but almost none of them came out as I wanted, more than documentary. Rob took a carefully, quickly unmasked photo of me. I did not at that time think to blow my nose.
We were right that this building was not scheduled to survive the renovations. Now its windows really open into sky.
Around the side of an apartment block on Highland Avenue. I loved the embers of the brick in the setting sun.
At the edge of the library. There was a rather nice daymoon just out of shot.
Everything else I had planned for the day was crashed by pain, but the mail brought me a substantial hardcover of The Book of Dragons (ed. Jonathan Strahan, 2020) courtesy ofselkie, so I should be fine on the couch for a while.
spatch got some incredible dusk-lit pictures of the part-demolished high school and it was too cold for me to take my hands out of my pockets without a better grade of gloves. This afternoon we made a point of bolting from the house before sunset hit. I took a bunch of photos, but almost none of them came out as I wanted, more than documentary. Rob took a carefully, quickly unmasked photo of me. I did not at that time think to blow my nose.
We were right that this building was not scheduled to survive the renovations. Now its windows really open into sky.
Around the side of an apartment block on Highland Avenue. I loved the embers of the brick in the setting sun.
At the edge of the library. There was a rather nice daymoon just out of shot.
Everything else I had planned for the day was crashed by pain, but the mail brought me a substantial hardcover of The Book of Dragons (ed. Jonathan Strahan, 2020) courtesy of
selkie, so I should be fine on the couch for a while.
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See below!
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It is a mimic octopus! It was my birthday present last year from
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Thank you!
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Good! Something should be!
*hugs*