The past few months have been wonderfully, deliciously mellow, filled with languid mornings and evenings spent with good friends and conversation. This is in stark contrast to my last three winters which were filled with hard work, exhilaration and terror, sometimes in equal measure.
Spring is coming in fits and starts and half-days. In a week we'll have as many hours of light as of dark, and it only gets brighter. I love spring. Festival season is starting up and long-dormant email lists are burping out the first larval ideas of just how much fun can be fit into one summer. Artists, bohemians and other assorted lunatics are emerging from their homes, blinking in the sunlight and wandering the streets in wedding gowns and shopping carts. Winter still makes itself known when the sun goes away, but its grip is loosening; this city is about to bloom.
In other news, I'm shaking out my flickr account and posting again: http://www.flickr.com/photos/scuppers/
Happy solstice, all. The almanac says every day is three minutes longer than the last. Let's celebrate.
Sat, March 14, 2009 - 8:14 PM
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Spring is coming in fits and starts and half-days. In a week we'll have as many hours of light as of dark, and it only gets brighter. I love spring. Festival season is starting up and long-dormant email lists are burping out the first larval ideas of just how much fun can be fit into one summer. Artists, bohemians and other assorted lunatics are emerging from their homes, blinking in the sunlight and wandering the streets in wedding gowns and shopping carts. Winter still makes itself known when the sun goes away, but its grip is loosening; this city is about to bloom.
In other news, I'm shaking out my flickr account and posting again: http://www.flickr.com/photos/scuppers/
Happy solstice, all. The almanac says every day is three minutes longer than the last. Let's celebrate.

