Two large teenage boys stroll through my back yard. Grrrr. I follow and find them at the edge of the pond looking at the recently arrived Mute Swan. Admirers of it’s beauty? No. One throws a small stick. I appear unexpectedly and now their backs are to the water. “All Swans, wherever they are belong… Read More get off my lawn
Maybe I’ll open a new specialty in ports at night.
Right downtown, along the seafront you can still see a modest house. Tin roof, window air conditioner, breadfruit tree.
A rare look at drydocks in Tampa – or is this Ybor City? Taken from the 11th deck of my cruise ship. I wonder if these service ships were built here or if they are just being outfitted?
…fading in memory. Sumi-e, fresco.
My uncle’s house, Johnson, VT