Truck stop

This image of a truck in North Dakota is from last summer, so doesn't really count as a flashback.

I'm on vacation now, though attempting to jump through the hoops that are apparently necessary to get a gel injection in my poor, pathetic injured knee has turned out to be practically a full-time job. (I never had to deal with a specialty pharmacy before and hadn't realized it was so damn complicated.) Otherwise, I'm sorting papers, catching up on shows I haven't watched yet, reading, and oh yes, going through the photo archives.

Urban poetry

Classes for my final semester started tonight. Here's a reasonable approximation of my neural wiring at the moment.

Saturday reflections

Still in India -- another image from the road, but the reflections are more pronounced this time and add a dreamlike quality.

Urban poetry

There wasn't much in Valparaiso that wasn't urban poetry.

But I did love the patterns these power lines made, draping across the streets and around the buildings like gritty confetti.

Vernadsky Station

These are some of my favorite pictures -- the combination of manmade structures with snow and penguins adds some variety to the endless parade of icebergs, beautiful as they are.

This was originally another British base (F, at first, and then Faraday after the scientist.) Antarctic environmental regulations are much stricter than they used to be and abandoning bases once you don't want them anymore is no longer allowed, so instead of tearing the base down and removing every piece, it was sold to Ukraine for one British pound.

In addition to their scientific research, the Ukrainians welcome tourists. They have a thriving business stamping passports, mailing postcards, selling souvenirs, and making their own vodka, which you can sample at the southernmost bar in the world.