I’m beginning to think that very little in life should ever be labelled “just a ______.” Ain’t the universe truly grand?
August Break: Just A Rock
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August Break: Flights of Fancy
I came upon this tree, in the front yard of a stranger’s house. It was festooned with a multitude of cages both practical and surreal. It had a mate as well, bedecked with even more birdhouses. I heard no chirps from happy inhabitants but I was not dismayed. I don’t think that’s the point.
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August Break: A Mattress
I am utterly captivated by the tradition of abandoning unwanted furniture on sidewalks and street corners in urban centers. Does this happen in other countries? Does it happen in the burbs? I’ve always been curious to know the stories behind the rejects, long before that commercial with the catchy tune where the two guys pick [...]
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August Break: Twilight
The end of the day. The end of the weekend. The end of summer. This is just an unnamed Southern California beach and sliver of sunset, captured at dusk on a Sunday from the upper deck of a train speeding home. Beautiful. Wistful. Too brief.
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August Break: Disco Ball
I was in San Diego over the weekend, to take advantage of the fact that many people with whom I wanted to connect would be wandering the streets between BlogHer11 events. I stayed at the Hilton Bayfront and paid hard-earned money to be overcharged for a Peppermint Pattie, search in vain for a hotel robe, [...]
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