Near the entrance to SiL Amber’s crash pad in London, this is the walkway behind the offices of a clothing design and manufacturing business. Notice that to a certain age they prefer to put swaddling on the mannequins. Being Britain, they all face demurely away from the window, but imagine coming into that office through the front door and facing that line-up of hanging forms.
That super blue moon the other night (January 31, 2018) reminded me of a summer Blue Moon (‘roun’bout July 2004, podner) when I hiked to the top of Mt. Hoffman, in the middle of Yosemite National Park, in the middle of the night, by moonlight. With Aaron and Jason. Around 9pm we started up, at first with flashlights because we were in the middle of boulder fields and trees, but within a mile we were out in the open with nothing but exposed granite and sandy trails around us, completely illuminated by moonlight. From there we ascended to the top of the peak entirely by moonlight. [Read more…]
We’re all familiar now with the little flowers and hearts on the top of the latte. (To me they often look more like onions or garlic cloves.) Baristas differ in their ability to go beyond that fundamental pattern, of course.
This one was on a chai latte I got the other day. I found it to be light-hearted and almost whimsical compared to most.
Walking on a sunny Sunday in San Francisco, on a steep residential hill I hear a fountain. Looking up, above a stone garage entrance I see this fountain. Intense gaze on the face. Two water spouts.