Despite the incessant, seemingly never-ending heat of the past four or so days, the time seems to vanish at ever-increasing rates. Nevertheless, we managed early morning and evening walks in Ladd Marsh, around campus, and even one mid-morning solo trek for the entire length of Island Avenue. A few conversations along the way, a few random sightings, everything mostly blurring together.
At this momentous Brexit time, friends Herman and John are traveling in Europe, respectively in County of Cork, Ireland and the Marais district of Paris, and they send
along these enticing photos.
And this comes on the heels of Corb’s wonderful photo-documented trip to Central Asia (you’ve probably already seen his great stuff on FB and Flickr), and just when Larkin and Conor are probably a short distance away from Herman in their own Irish adventure (be sure to see those FB photos as well — I especially liked the stone stairs and the terrific floor-to-ceiling library book stacks!).
From the previously-unknown negative archives. One of my many side trips to NYC, this time a few days with my brother and family in the then-largely ungentrified West Village, and to see a couple of photographer friends.
Walking downtown this morning …
Eighty-four or so degrees today …
The return of Shade-Dog:
And coming upon artist friend Lucas and his family while out and about …
As part of our customary Tuesday shopping cycle, we hang in the library until Farmers Market opens across the street. Among others, we see the famed Val of Val’s Veggies (if she looks slightly familiar, think of Doc Martin’s aunt in that PBS series) and run across Nik doing some shopping of his own.
For the past several days, Kim has been cleaning, sorting, organizing, packing, and otherwise clearing out the upstairs bedrooms and closets previously occupied by the kids. One large walk-in closet has served as the repository for toys and games over many, many years and is stacked nearly floor to ceiling. Charlie followed Kim into the area, sniffed around for awhile among the large array of stuff, then snatched one toy in his mouth and dashed downstairs with it. Can you guess what it was?
Today, I drop in on my old workplace, EONI, the internet service provider (ISP). Talk with David, the friendliest tech support guy you will ever meet, and major gearhead/petrolhead. And I note the proximity of the overhead fiber optic line running through the alley between EONI and the adjacent Foley Building.
