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You want to party, you want to show and tell
I aten't dead, I am just phenomenally tired to the point where I spent almost all of yesterday in a cat-supporting stupor on the couch. It was potentially unwise to take a walk this afternoon, especially a longer walk than planned, but the light was so beautiful. We made a sort of loop of the nearby Mystic and discovered a dead gas station.
I don't know what this mile marker was pointing from or to, but I loved its granite and lichen in the late sun.
Looking through a pussy willow screen. There were two swans on the river as we crossed it, one on either bank.
I have a better shot of the sign itself, but I liked the abstraction of this angle.
Scrub the traffic cones and the graffiti and we'd have an Edward Hopper. His kinds of colors and his kind of light.
R.I.P. Simon's Gas.
Who had at some point acquired a safe from a Masonic chapter in Roslindale, apparently. I wonder if they still exist to want it back.
Night After Night (1932) would be deservedly immortal for introducing Mae West to the movies, but it won my heart in the opening scenes when Roscoe Karns ran a bath for George Raft, who got into it wearing nothing but a strategic camera angle. I wanted to phone the ghost of Boyd McDonald. Let's hear it for pre-Code Hollywood.
I don't know what this mile marker was pointing from or to, but I loved its granite and lichen in the late sun.
Looking through a pussy willow screen. There were two swans on the river as we crossed it, one on either bank.
I have a better shot of the sign itself, but I liked the abstraction of this angle.
Scrub the traffic cones and the graffiti and we'd have an Edward Hopper. His kinds of colors and his kind of light.
R.I.P. Simon's Gas.
Who had at some point acquired a safe from a Masonic chapter in Roslindale, apparently. I wonder if they still exist to want it back.
Night After Night (1932) would be deservedly immortal for introducing Mae West to the movies, but it won my heart in the opening scenes when Roscoe Karns ran a bath for George Raft, who got into it wearing nothing but a strategic camera angle. I wanted to phone the ghost of Boyd McDonald. Let's hear it for pre-Code Hollywood.
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