(Feb 14) Everything comes to an end.
Things are very broken
It is the twilight of my time here
Nearly the only law-abiding home on College Road in Selden.
I’m going to miss “little one”.
Nothing lasts forever. Though these are still by the side of the road three weeks later.
(Jan 27) Brr. Cold. January.
I grew up here
But I associate the airport with preed now.
Probably heading for the city
Dogs love me,
People, not so much.
(Dec 6) Going in circles.
Meh.
There’s a new dog in the house
He was rescued from the lady who rescued him.
(Nov 28) Everything is up in the air.
The eagle hasn’t so much landed, as escaped
This was once the country’s largest hospital (complex)
We’re all going somewhere. All of us.
This is a lot of power
Thanksgiving moon
Oh, how I need a better lens for this task.
(Nov 7) Some of the earliest posts here got accidentally lost, but at this point, p s e u d o r e a l crossed the decade line some time ago. The template used here and some points of site style bear the distinct marks of 2003. Late 2003 had the feeling of impending change. Late 2013 feels much the same to me. Not quite as much, but it’s there. I don’t think this site is going to change much. It’s part chronicle, part hobby, part excuse, and finally, though there’s probably not much here that qualifies as art, as a whole, the site is at some level, a long-running art project.
I visited the infamous phallically named rat hole where a glorious train station used to be.
We got the first snow of the season
Is an early snow a sign of things to come?
Signals
Life is full of these
Billy burned here.
