Around Halloween time, we posted an entry celebrating Edward Gorey. This week’s The New Yorker presents an article by Joan Acocella that you can read (or hear) for much more information on this intriguing artist and author.
Edward Gorey, Again
Month: December 2018
rDay Thirteen-Hundred-Forty-Eight: Garrison Creek
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Garrison Creek is smack in the middle of town, btw (as are maybe a dozen more creeks). And then after coming upon a pond (right next to busy Ninth Avenue), half a dozen black ducks (there was an explainer in a recent local newspaper article about these unusual Peking and Mallard hybrids) swam directly up to me, jumped ashore, waited not more than three or four feet away, then apparently realizing that food would not be forthcoming, trotted back into the water.
rDay Thirteen-Hundred-Forty-Seven: Downtown Xmas Parade
Walla Walla seems to like its parades; hundreds and hundreds, maybe more, were out. Had to park blocks away. And it was very, very cold. And dark.
rDay Thirteen-Hundred-Forty-Seven
