I’m sick. The flu used to be something you shrugged off in a day or two, but these new Russian bio-terror weapons-grade viruses are hitting your patriotic pal where it hurts. My throat is sore from all the coughing. Listen to that, you believe that shit?


I just thought this one looked more interesting upside-down, what with the cloud reflections. May be my intense fear of heights. Reflections look like the clouds are bleeding through.

blur street

I need to work with this one a little. This was taken on my way to work years ago. I think it reflects my joy in the work.



Yes, that job was a bit grim, wasn’t it?

wide street

I used to live in Boston’s North End. Probably couldn’t afford it now.

I apologize for the lame post, but I’m going to keep to this daily blogging even if there’s some filler. I’ll make it up to you, really.