2-17-12 But the Hills That We Climbed Were Just Seasons Out Of time

“Let us go in together,
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint” – Shakespeare


He likes the poor things of the world the best,
I would not, therefore, if I could be rich.
It pleases him to stoop for buttercups.
E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh. Bk. IV.


As I went walking by the river today. I saw the flowers above…

I saw a man practicing for summer…

and at the start of a 3 day weekend, I saw the entrance to the Freedom Tunnel, just to the east of the river and the Henry Hudson Parkway and there was a long enough break in traffic in both directions simultaneously that I was able to get a clean shot.


Oh, and the Republicans want to take us back to 1950 when the only birth control a woman needed according to Foster Friess (Rick Santorum’s billionaire sugar daddy):  was?

“Back in my day, they used Bayer Aspirin for contraceptives. The gals put it between their knees and it wasn’t that costly,”


 The State of Virginia goes insane

The time truly is out of joint…