Before today’s post actually begins this news bulletin. The original groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, is predicting six more weeks of winter. This is not good.
I was really hoping for only a month and a half more of winter.
The local New York groundhog, Staten Island Chuck, was unable to make an accurate prediction because our new mayor dropped him.
NYC Mayor Bill de Blasio, left, winces as Staten Island Chuck breaks free and drops to the stage during the 2014 Groundhog Day ceremony at the Staten Island Zoo. Sunday February 2, 2014. (Staten Island Advance/Anthony DePrimo)
Long time readers will have seen the first version of this object before.
I first saw this on February 16, 2011.
The last time I saw it was yesterday, 2/1/14.
I have a feeling that if I come back in thirty years it will still be here in some fashion or another.
Other views of objects.
“No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.”
The great thing about coming to Wellfleet and the parents house is turning back into a semi-Luddite. They do not have Internet access – the nearest wireless seems to be the Town Library.
I do have an iPhone however (any smart phone would do) so I am able to blog – with some inconvenience and read other blogs the same way – again not the best way to go. So fear not! I am/will read all your posts but I will be slower. And I will continue to post but if I don’t make it to the Library all photos will be iPhone 4 (if edited at all, usually in Snapseed). All prose typed badly on the iPhone.
Today I took a long walk down Blackfish Creek, which is a tidal flat, as the tide was about half out. A few pics of the walk follow.
Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single candle. What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what goes on behind a windowpane. In that black or luminous square life lives, life dreams, life suffers.
Back on 2/16/12 I said l’d be showing the life cycle of an abandoned engine in the river..and then I abandoned the engine again…
well better late than never…here it was on 4/29/11
Cape Cod is the bared and bended arm of Massachusetts: the shoulder is at Buzzard’s Bay; the elbow, or crazy-bone, at Cape Mallebarre; the wrist at Truro; and the sandy fist at Provincetown, — behind which the State stands on her guard, with her back to the Green Mountains, and her feet planted on the floor of the ocean, like an athlete protecting her Bay, — boxing with northeast storms, and, ever and anon, heaving up her Atlantic adversary from the lap of earth, — ready to thrust forward her other fist, which keeps guard the while upon her breast at Cape Ann.
Before heading home we took a little walk on the beach.
I don’t actually but these two gentlemen are feeling the pain…
We refer to this building as “The Headache and Toothache” building. Its official name is the Hendrik Hudson which is not nearly as descriptive, in my humble opinion.
“When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap.“
I first saw this engine on 2/16/11 and have been shooting it on and off since then. As of two days ago, it was still on the rocks. Over the next few weeks I will be posting pictures of it going through its “life cycle”.