Random: or the Interconnectedness of Things

Every morning I look to see what's on my camera from the day before,

 since I try to post really current things - however dull.

 It is better to have a theme for a post  -like "A Day at the Beach"

but life tends to be a bit random -- one makes the connections later.

Yesterday morning lots of fire trucks rushed to a hotel

 on the other side of the road

 but it must have been a false alarm.

In the evening, I tidied my desk so I could close it.

 All sorts of interesting bits and pieces in there:

 the  business card

from the shop where Buster's collar came from

 and matches from India.

In the afternoon a cat slyly observed us on 22nd Street.

This morning, at six o'clock, the moon was still up.

Robert Frost suggested that 'way leads on to way.'

So here is the path:

men in uniform lead to mailman

black cat leads to black cat behind bars

bars lead to bars on the roof of the building

over which we see the moon 

Mysterious Night and Wet Morning

 A poem for a wet Friday

Acquainted with the Night by: Robert Frost   I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, O luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.

This morning was wet.

Had to take the dog out anyway.

Hope everyone has a lovely weekend.