This character was staring up at me on my walk to work this morning. He does not seem pleased to have been discarded, and on such a wet day.
Is he a famous character that in my cultural ignorance I am missing? I hope so. Otherwise it is just an angry bunny, and who wants to dress up as one of those?
Friends had us over for a lovely dinner last night. Our first course consisted of soft-boiled quails’ eggs, mayonnaise, and sea salt. Delicious! There is something quite satisfying about the puzzle of peeling one’s meal.
In retrospect, this is a fairly innocuous sign. It just seemed so dire when I saw it as if it had been a statement on all the wooden sticks, anywhere, ever.
I wish I had an inspirational quote to go with this photo. Something that said how life sucks sometimes and then all you have to do is look through the light through the trees and you have the hope to go on, something fantastically cheesy like that. It’s a nice thought, that life is comprised of moments captured in photos and clever sayings.
But really life is the rest of it.
I hadn’t meant to take a companion photo to yesterday’s, but after a long workday and a rainy ride home, I was a bit enchanted by the view from the top deck of the bus.
I spend too much time looking down while walking. It’s bad for my posture and for my perspective. But I do occasionally find things down there that make me smile.
(Flickr doesn’t let me embed a slideshow here anymore — I remember when Flickr was an actual photo-sharing website, imagine that — but you might be interested in these photos.)
I meant to post this on The Morning After but got waylaid by my workweek, and then everything seemed saturated with the rawness of reaction so I put it off. Is it safe now? I hope so. Or maybe I don’t …
This is Andrew C. Ferguson reading his poem “Scotland As an Xbox Game” with a teeny contribution from me. Tell us what you think in the comments.http://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A%2F%2F…