Is it me, or does the preznit, when he talks about the environment, almost always refer to it as “our beautiful environment”? Doesn’t that make it sound not like life itself, but instead like landscaping? Doesn’t it subtly steer away from, or even do harm to, the whole point of environmentalism? Isn’t it like saying, [...]
Still slowly re-uploading yet more older, pre-Movable Type-switchover things. Today’s batch is older sequences of photographs: here, here, and here. All three of these shot with my Nikon FM3a, not with my dinky little Oregon Scientific. Still trying to be as meticulous as possible about reproducing the exact original date and time stamp, because that [...]
The Giglio.
The dictionary in the barn in Montauk was an old one—designed, I think, for students in the middle of the last century; it had no swear words, and the definition of the word “lesbian” was something along the lines of “having to do with the island of Lesbos; sensual.” But the following definition was really [...]
Art and the fish head.
‘Tots and Scrabble.
The barn, inside and out.
Bicycles, light, more deer.
The beach, the chaise, the rabbit.
Reading material, water everywhere.
Opening clams.