November 9th, 2002

caillebotte_the orangerie

For Your Weekend Viewing Pleasure...

No, it isn't porn, but it's the next best thing! I have posted twelve new snapshots in Paradise, Spring 2002, Volume 3 at Webshots. Sensual meadowlands! Phallic pine trees! Guilt free! (No nature was badly molested in the making of these pictures. Feel free to right click and save. Photoshop as you please.) Go ahead and look. You won't be sorry. Or, at least, you won't be terribly bored. Or, at the very least, you probably won't feel compelled to fling your computer through a window and shout "Enough, enough!" What the hell, it's better than staring at those same four walls all day. Isn't it?
caillebotte_man at his window

Quenched

All afternoon, the clouds drifted through the grey day. At times, the lower levels would part briefly to reveal, rising into a small patch of blue, the white, rusticated wall of some great cumulus castle, like a vision of Avalon, quickly veiled again in the swirling grey of the common world. But the common world had beauty enough today. The street is still carpeted with the golden brown of wet pine needles, and the tall oaks are draped in yellow gold leaves shot with shards of the remaining green. One patch of street is patterned with streams of red from fallen dogwood leaves. At the end of the block, the apple trees are now beginning to turn color, so that the orchard stands out more clearly from the row of green pines beyond it. There was very little rain today, but the clouds prevented the moisture which saturates the forest from evaporating. They also held in the waning storm's warmth, so the air was pleasant. The cold front will most likely pass through tonight, and tomorrow will be bright and chilly. The rain may have come a bit late, this year, but such a storm was worth waiting for, and quite made up for lost time, dropping several inches in three days. It may be a harbinger of a wet winter. That would mean fewer walks for the next few months, but perhaps a truly florid spring.