The Ice Pond on the Retreat Trails
Looks like next week should be peak fall colors.
Our last, or possibly our second to last, harvest of the year. Peppers, tomatoes, all good.
Fall foliage across the Retreat Meadows. Next week I think will be the peak time for colors.
The view from French King Bridge. So far, fall is bee-yoo-ti-full.
Utility meters in SF, or off the set of a noir movie.
Sunrise on Lombard Street
Sunset at fisherman’s wharf
Hooray for all those little slider bars, with tint and hue and saturation.
Mum’s the word
Last Saturday, to celebrate my birthday, I did my second annual running of the Brattleboro walk-in clinic 5k. And my second annual door prize of a beautiful chrysanthemum.
Our hearts still ache for the futures snatched away, the lives that might have been.
President Barack Obama, on the 12th anniversary of the 9/11/01 terrorist attacks
Brattleboro, the Latchis group decided, would be a man, possibly who cross dressed.
He would be fiercely independent, he would love local food and he would be old, and not as open-minded as he thinks he is.
Brattleboro, the man, would also be spiritual but not religious, never satisfied, over-educated and under-employed and he would be friendly but not receptive to change.
Members of the community when asked to describe Brattleboro as a person, part of a process to help us revitalize the downtown area post-Irene
After the puppet show we went to the grocery store, where they have a kiosk set up for you to donate to local schools. I like how The Grammar School is ready instilling a sense of librarianship in its young charges.
I’m glad that someone finally finished the sentence on this placard in the town parking garage.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 