Come Up You Fearful Jesuit

Mostly Crows

Guy with nowhere in particular to go. And like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.

Outside

Having been along the inside of a bay a couple of times recently, I took the bus out to Manila to visit the dunes. Saw ghosts on the march. 0:00 /0:10 1× A classic of the dead railway bridge genre. And finally, birds having a lunch meeting

Marshing Forth

Pictures from the Humboldt Bay Trail.

Infrastructure

Filter Plug Cover

Icarus

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Nuke-l Heads

From the 737 Max, to electrical companies burning down states, to the East Palestine derailment, we are living in an era where nobody really bothers to confirm whether or not anything works before foisting it on the world. Recurring costs for things like testing and maintenance are poisonous to growth.

Ludovico Adreadosto

As a result of having had a Calvino jag earlier in the year, I'm reading Orlando Furioso. I have just finished the third canto, which has a prophetic rundown of one character's noble descendants that rivals even the dullest genealogical sections of The Bible. This is

Various Animals

Cats checking out the chickens on the other side of the fence. Cat hiding out. Yours truly. Please stop for birb.

The Sky at Various Times

À Tout Coup! C'est La Loi!

I recently finished, as one does, my annual perusal of "On Some Motifs in Baudelaire." I am sorry to report that it continues to feel like it was written at the limit approaching yesterday. I used this dead Impossible Project shot as a bookmark. I addition to the

Turkeys

There are a lot of points in the whole Olivia Nuzzi press apocalypse (used techically) upon which one could fixate, but for me it was this from the artnews.com article: "How to Disappear was commissioned months before Vanity Fair made the decision to feature the work in the

More Photos

SF Textures Bay Mission shoes speak to man's inhumanity to man. Ominous clouds Horror movie set evening Various birds

Train Pics

I am always nervous about shooting through filthy glass, so I was pleased to end up with some decent material. I am not the kind of wing who tells you that the best part of going away is getting home again, but this corner does smell great.

Madrid Pics

Because I was thinking about something else in the last entry in which it was discussed, I didn't post pictures of Madrid. It's good to have relatively modern kings, so you didn't have to get rid of all your statuary in the 70s. Sadly,

The Democratic Party

Our goal is to create an electorate so stupid that they need us to translate 2 of the 3 most widely known Latin phrases into English.

I Try Not To Be A Grumpy Old Man

but “we’re here for you, you fat fuck” seems aimed at mediocrity in a way that I find emblematic of what’s wrong with humanity.

Actually, it IS Smith and 9th

If it wasn't obvious, I lied when I said Bushwick was my true home. My guy just wants a good union job. Transferring to the J. The platform nearest my AirBnB.

New York Meandering Pics

An old navigation landmark of mine. Bushwick cat. While it's certainly cleaner, it seems that Jefferson above Knickerbocker has retained its fundamental character. Who needs Vermont? Probably my favorite piece of religious statuary? Portal of Saint John the Divine. Noble Morningside Park turtle.

Cities

I went through a lot of opinions about Madrid. Some parts of it felt very weird, and other parts seemed cool. I suppose this was largely a matter of my not knowing anything about it. One thing that sort of exacerbated my ambivalence is that people here do not move

Prestige

Looking north at the hill between Muxia and the cape's head. I'm not sure how these bells and this chapel grew apart. A monument commemorating the work done to recover from a 2002 oil spill caused by the sinking of the ironically-named Prestige. Our Lady of

Mush

My hotel room in Fisterra was at the garret level, and included an openable skylight. On Friday I went to Mar de Fora, the beach on the ocean side of the cape. What I have NOT missed about being by the ocean is the ambient clamminess that turns you into

See, Sea, Cee

I have ages before I have to be anywhere, so on Monday I left Santiago and headed for the coast. I’m sure the rain helped with this, but the enchanted forest feeling out here just gets more and more dramatic. I stayed at an albergue that was, upon my

Boanerges

Early morning on the way out of Melide. Some charmingly overgrown buildings. Guarding his misty field. In addition to running up to greet me, this guy bestowed upon me the purest expression of feline affection: the parting ankle-swipe. Another Galacian pastoral tableau. It’s hard to tell without an obvious

Octopizza

Triacastela's church. If you look under the alcove in the middle section you will see shallow relieves of the no-longer-present castles. A defunct fountain in the woods on the way out of Triacastela. Passing through Sarria is something of a milestone, as it means you are in the

Here’s What We’re Gonna Do

I ended up hanging out with a lot of black cats in Molinaseca. This guy was lounging outside my albergue, and was happy to get pets despite clearly being an inveterate scrapper. The smaller cat in this image was hanging out by my chair, enjoying the occasional scritch, while I