Saturday Geometries

Here's a flashback to Hong Kong in 2009, where the buildings on the Peak always seem menacingly non-vertical, no matter how you twist your head around to try to make them behave.

Happy St Patrick's Day

This is the day when you encounter people who otherwise appear to be adults drunk at nine am, probably because they would otherwise die of embarrassment from their green hair and stupid hats.

Here's one of my souvenirs from Dublin, a pot of shamrocks. Like so much else this winter, they have sadly failed to thrive, and while the package promised such an abundance of growth that I would have to do serious thinning to keep the little green buggers in check, all I have managed to cajole into life are these few spindly stalks. But they are hanging in there, and so am I.

Weary. Check. Stale. Check. Flat. Check.

Might as well throw in unprofitable while I'm at it.

It has been a long winter, both inside and out, and I haven't been up for much in the way of photography or blogging. But I'm off to Lisbon in a few weeks, for a cruise to Venice, and there will at least be pictures. Lots and lots of pictures.

Saturday reflections

It is unrelentingly gray here in the tail end of winter, so this window, from Washington in October, is a welcome bit of color.