Actually it appears that the major event of my week was catching a cold. I feel awful and may accomplish nothing further of intellectual import before the end of the month, which is terrible for Patreon. I will have to review extra in February. It makes me feel like a failure right from the start of the year. But also my throat hurts and I can't think.
Nonetheless, because I had the usual hour to kill between appointments this afternoon, I took several more pictures of Broad Canal and the Charles River and the ex-drawbridges on First Street and Edwin H. Land Boulevard which turn out to be a matched set only after the fact—the first was built in 1925, the second in 1956. I got a lot of rust and reflections and ice and contrails and cranes, plus one skyline through a window that came out looking as flat as a sci-fi matte painting. My current three favorites are underneath the cut. ( But you looked sad in a reassuring way. )
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handful_ofdust: an intensely relatable painting.
Nonetheless, because I had the usual hour to kill between appointments this afternoon, I took several more pictures of Broad Canal and the Charles River and the ex-drawbridges on First Street and Edwin H. Land Boulevard which turn out to be a matched set only after the fact—the first was built in 1925, the second in 1956. I got a lot of rust and reflections and ice and contrails and cranes, plus one skyline through a window that came out looking as flat as a sci-fi matte painting. My current three favorites are underneath the cut. ( But you looked sad in a reassuring way. )
Courtesy of
handful_ofdust: an intensely relatable painting.
