It is possible, anytime, anywhere, even without any dough

[sovay]

I got back to Broad Canal this afternoon.



The Kendall Cogeneration Station glimpsed—briefly, before I had to step aside for a truck—through the Canal District. I take back none of the Ballard comparisons I made in 2020.



Salt on the boardwalk, snow on the canal.



You could step from one to other, except you couldn't.



I love the colors of the power station against the stratospheric blue.



The sodium light, still burning.



The geometries frame themselves.



The drawbridges in the slice of the sun. Next time, I will check on the mercury vapor. I miss walking the Charles.

For Valentine's Day Observed, rushthatspeaks came over and we had our traditional assortment from Mamaleh's and he showed me Jon Bois' "Rat Poison and Brandy: The 1904 St. Louis Olympic Marathon" and "Troy State 253, DeVry 141," which reminded me suddenly of Thomas Woodrooffe's "The fleet's lit up!" I really think it is the complete failure of object permanence that makes that broadcast the cultural treasure that it is. Also, "I'm sorry, I was telling some people to shut up talking."

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[spatch]

The power station colors are at their absolute best against the clear but stark cold winter sky. And the canal itself is perfect for vanishing lines, so many wonderful vanishing lines.