The road verge is lined with coppery red strips of pulverized leaves and pine needles thrown there by passing cars. These now give the landscape its most vivid color until sunset brings a brief efflorescence of pinks and reds and purples to the west before fading, to leave the waxing crescent moon illuminating the pale vapors.
I find this vagueness of things very much in harmony with my own mood. Present reality has become more like the memories among which I'm prone to wander when the year is winding down. Maybe I'll conflate the two worlds and vanish. I sometimes think that wouldn't be a bad thing. But the cat, expecting to be fed in the real world, would probably disagree.
As a reward for putting up with my maundering vagueness, linkage:
The Saxton Freymann gallery: Animals made from produce. But is it art, or a vegan's nightmare?
From the University of Southern California: the Greene and Greene virtual archives. Something edifying for their football players to peruse while they're not playing in the Rose Bowl.
Now with more Victorian exuberance: The Castle Green, the remarkable Pasadena relic on display in both historic and modern, post-restoration images.
"What do you get if you cross a search engine with an encyclopedia?": factbites. So far, the only thing I can find about it that really bites is the stupid name they've chosen for it. Other than that, I'm quite pleased with what I've been able to do with it thus far. Google might be wise to worry. They just might. On the other hand, since it's been around for a year and a half and hasn't become dominant yet (I just found it tonight for the first time) maybe competitors don't need to worry.