Nine Eleven
Will be nearly so tonight.
With a slight breeze to ruffle the tresses and soothe the soul, I sat out last evening on the front porch of my old 1937 home, in my comfortable cedar rocker, and contemplated the upcoming weekend, this weekend so full of meaning, and of memories. Read the rest of this entry »
What a fantastical old palace. Ah, how I love the Trube!
The J.C. Trube House
The J.C. Trube House (1890), designed by architect Alfred Muller, has appeared in these pages before but only in passing, only as an example of the glorious architectural treasures still extant in this great old seaport town.
But the Trube House is different, singular even among her sister icons, and so today, as I was driving through the neighborhood, I couldn’t help but stop once again, marvel, and snap another photo, or two or three. Read the rest of this entry »
Just noticed I’ve been remiss again posting to the blog. Don’t blame me; blame the weather.
Beachtown at dusk
To quote Aristotle (who was later unabashedly ripped off by Max Wertheimer in developing his Gestalt theory back in the ’20s ), “[t]he whole is greater than the sum of its parts.”
How true. (And good for Aristotle, since he was wrong about almost everything else.)
The unremitting drought and suffocating heat have combined in a synergistic way to completely sap my energy, motivation, and creativity, and thus the blog, bereft, has gone to the dogs. Or make that the dog, as in singular, which would be Tippy, of course, primary beneficiary of my latest blogging hiatus (yes, close reader, there have been others). Read the rest of this entry »
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