
I’m wearing the Pebble. I just got this message from Farrell in Palm Springs.
If you don’t know who Chester Gould was, please ask your folks… or theirs.
Geoff Fox: My Permanent Record
Back when I was in school teachers would always scare me with stories of how my exploits would end up in my permanent record. I believe this is it! – Geoff Fox
I’m wearing the Pebble. I just got this message from Farrell in Palm Springs.
If you don’t know who Chester Gould was, please ask your folks… or theirs.
How weird today. The ground is snow covered. It felt like spring. The sky was blue. The wind was light. Songbirds have arrived.
The Sun is as strong now as it is in early October.
This might be my last major snow opportunity of the season. I headed to a favorite site a short walk from my house.
This Currier and Ives scene is real. I’m not sure what it looks like from the mill house, but it can’t be as good as this.
I posed a similar photo on Facebook yesterday, but this shot, with my Canon, has a little more clarity. Click the photo to get a larger, more detailed view.
There’s now a 40″ snow report from our town, Hamden. I can believe it. The snow is deeper than anything I’ve ever seen before and I lived in Buffalo for four years!
Of course this presents a logistical dilemma. Doppler is approximately short. Our snow piles are approximately ginormous.
We’d convinced Doppler to piddle on our top step, but that was as far as she’d go. Twenty four hours have passed since… well, you know.
Because of my back surgery last summer (how long will this excuse last) Helaine dug a trench then an arena. Doppler was pleased. Though she usually has a full lawn at her disposal (for her disposal) she was glad to get what she got.
Naming rights to Doppler’s arena are available to the highest bidder. Act now, hopefully it won’t be here long.
I’m not sure it’s possible to capture the idyllic feel of this beautiful spot. I did my best.
I tweak my route to work from time-to-time. I’m looking to shave seconds. I’m looking to stave off boredom. That’s how I ended up on Blue Hills Road in Wallingford.
Most of this part of Wallingford is residential, but Blue Hills Road cuts through a sizable apple orchard.
Yesterday was beautiful enough for me to stop the car, get out (angering a dog leashed to a nearby home) and start shooting toward the east. I’m not sure it’s possible to capture the idyllic feel of this beautiful spot. I did my best.
OMFG–there are dust bunnies behind my desk that have to be twenty years old!
The cleansing continues in my office. OMFG–there are dust bunnies behind my desk that have to be twenty years old! There are plugs plugged in, but connected to nothing. It’s an archeological dig!
Among the artifacts unearthed are some photos which will probably dribble out over the next few days. This one was taken by my friend Bob Lacey in San Francisco sometime in late 1974.