Category: Street & Travel
Will Block Driveway for Treats
Commuting Gear
Continuing on the yellow theme, I recently had to shift my beloved orange New Balance running shoes to dog park status as the fabric was starting to tear. I like having bright shoes to make me more visible as I walk to and from the train so I replaced them straightaway with a pair of bright yellow sneakers, as this seems to be their current bright color of choice. Sitting between my feet is my Tom Bihn ID messenger bag with its lovely aubergine front, keeping my MacBook and iPad safe and secure as I ride the MAX to work.
Damp and Moldy Dreams. But Still, Hope Remains.
I took this picture in December to reflect my mood after a national election I still can’t wrap my head around. After a wet fall the wishes attached to the Wishing Tree were damp and moldy and fading, dreams dashed. But then I got home and read the messages and I could see the hope that couldn’t be repressed, the light that would not yield to the darkness.
Some people break my heart, others heal it.
I wish for poems like sparklers or even night constellation fireworks. Kisses. I wish for love kisses.
I wish my sister gets everything she truly deserves. She is my everything. Please!
I wish I could live here so I could see my daughter every day!
I wish to level up!
I wish I wood have a dog
Spelling is not important at the Wishing Tree. You need hope, and hope I will cling to.
Stained Glass Driveway
I Like Turtles
It’s been about 10 years since the viral “I Like Turtles” zombie kid video, a video I’ve thought about many times in the intervening years, so in tribute I’ll post this brick of turtles Ellie and I passed on our walk through the neighborhood.
Our cat Emma also liked turtles. For the record, so do I.
Boolie & the Beanstalk
A Sidewalk Conversation
“What would you like to know?” asked the Oracle.
“What year will I die?”
“The answer is at your feet,” she said.
I looked down as numbers suddenly appeared in the concrete. “2146? Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure!”
“It’s just that it’s 130 years from now, and I’m already 50.”
“Ah, well, you’ll be mostly robot by then.”
“I see. Will my death be peaceful?”
“For you or the dinosaur?”
“What?”
“I’ve said too much!”














