Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Wildwood Days, Wildwood Nights

I came across this quote today that I had copied when I was reading Philip Roth's Everyman. He has a habit of writing passages that hit home like a smack in the head from an ill-tempered nun.
But how much time could a man spend remembering the best of boyhood? What about enjoying the best of old age? Or was the best of old age just that--the longing for the best of boyhood, for the tubular sprout that was then his body and that rode the waves from way out where they began to build, rode them with his arms pointed like an arrowhead and the skinny rest of him following behind like the arrow’s shaft, rode them all the way in to where his rib cage scraped against the tiny sharp pebbles and jagged clamshells and pulverized seashells at the edge of the shore and he hustled to his feet and hurriedly turned and went lurching through the low surf until it was knee high and deep enough for him to plunge in and begin swimming madly out to the rising breakers--into the advancing, green Atlantic, rolling unstoppably toward him like the obstinate fact of the future--and, if he was lucky, make it there in time to catch the next big wave then the next and the next and the next until from the low slant of inland sunlight glittering across the water he knew it was time to go.
The beautiful part is that we still go to the Jersey shore every year and now my kids are experiencing the same thing. The same exhilaration, the same exhaustion, the same sense of joy tinged with the sad knowledge that it soon will be over. 

I'm ready for summer.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Murder of Crows

I was upstairs reading Richard Russo's Bridge of Sighs (more on that later) when I gradually realized there was a lot of noise and activity going on outside. I pulled the blind and watched as a gang of crows gradually filled the trees in my backyard, cawing and squawking at something that I couldn't place. I grabbed my camera to shoot a couple of pictures (I've always been intrigued by crows and ravens) and saw why they were so upset. A pair of hawks had wandered in and a little territorial standoff was happening. I couldn't get a shot of the hawks, but I managed to catch some of the crows in action.

Friday, January 18, 2008

January Moon

Unloading groceries from the car today, looked up and there it was.

Thursday, January 17, 2008


The obligatory snow picture. Early school dismissal, snarled traffic, wet clothes--so much to look forward to today.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Retro Baseball Day

I cleaned my office this weekend and among the many surprises that made their way to the surface from the depths of the piles was this team picture of the Aston Valley Pirates. According to the back, the year was 1980 and the Pirates finished in second place. And I had really great hair. And possibly the beginnings of a mustache. (You can click the image for a larger version to get a closer look.)

The office cleaning thing is not recommended. I've spent hours over the last couple of days looking for things that used to be right where I needed them. Yeah it looks good, but it's horribly inefficient. Not to worry, though. I'll have this place junked back up in no time.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Macbook Air, eh?

In honor of the thinnest laptop ever, I present a photo of . . . my left hand.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Brass Portrait

Did I mention there would be no POTD on Sundays? No? Especially Sundays during the playoffs?Plus there's the New York Times to get through, the Sunday Sun, The Wire, and general lethargy. So, no Sundays. Unless I feel like it.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Playoffs Galore

I'm too busy watching football to go outside today, so here's a shot of the snazzy condenser mic that José let me borrow. Thanks, José, it works beautifully. Now if I could only produce something worthwhile with it.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

One Smithwick's, on the House

I was going to post a picture of the immense pile of crap I collected today while cleaning out the office, but I decided to go with a shot of the reward for all of my hard work instead. One tall glass of Smithwick's, just begging to be sipped. Cheers.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Picture of the Day!

For no good reason, I've decided to attempt a Picture of the Day post. Yes, it would have provided some good symmetry if I had started this on January 1st, but that would be very inconsistent with everything else in life I attempt. Either do it half-assed or don't do it at all.
I made it out of the house for the inaugural shot, but just barely.