On the precipice …...
Oh, I can feel a change in the air! – – – – – – …
Chesapeake Bay....
Summer days seem to pass like molasses, yet somehow the season itself flies by too …
DC is …...
… my kinda town. – – – – – – – – – – – …
Oblations to the Gobli...
Perspective from above the lintel of Jonathan B. Wright’s goblin door. The most amusing offering …
Bloggerly fugue state....
Who, me? Blog? What is this blogging thing of which you speak?
The romance of ruins....
At risk of sounding like an overgrown goth, I’d never truly appreciated the raw beauty …
Poindexters....
I just got a pair of David Hockneys / Edith Heads / Philip Johnsons / …
Hair of the dog....
Lipstick grafitti: Rhymes with ‘Duck. Me. Now.’ Hangover salve or, as I like to call …
Bonne année et bonne ...
Tết isn’t until the 23rd of January; I’m wearing bunny ears until then. Good tidings …
Reliquarium....
A glimpse inside one of the panels of my pharmacy prescription case — they’re surprisingly …
