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.

Snow!

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

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.

Macbook Air, eh?

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

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.

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.

All the Little People. And Animals.

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.

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.