Ottawa is a lovely city, just under a million people, lots of galleries, lots of interesting people and from certain vantage points, truly magnificent to see. (For example, http://rmcguirephoto.com/wordpress/2010/05/11/franz-kafka-goes-to-disneyland/tulips-and-clearing-storm-clouds-ottawa-3/) My picture above was taken this morning at 4 am from my airport hotel: that’s all I saw of Ottawa this trip.
The last of the books would soon be put away and then she could begin, the librarian becomes the author.
Frozen over, shivering, like the flowers that bloom before the last frost. Tomorrow she would dress far less optimistically.
She may not have much but she's got lazy Sundays and multiple cuddle buddies.
Up before the sun on the sun's day.
Too many things reminded her of the accident. But today the flags were finally full-mast once again. The city had stopped mourning, just in time for more death.
Hooch Bourbon House
Another nice night.
My office. Otherwise known as House #2.
Lapham's Quarterly - great summer reading. I miss the ocean, having grown up on the deck of a fishing vessel. The next best thing is reading about high seas adventures.