Sense of Place

words + images

Happy solstice.

My dog died on Thursday. I thought that cleaning would be a good way to work out some of my grief. But now my office is a mess, and all I want to do is sit around and read and cry. And maybe see a movie, maybe eat a sandwich.

My dog died on Thursday. I thought that cleaning would be a good way to work out some of my grief. But now my office is a mess, and all I want to do is sit around and read and cry. And maybe see a movie, maybe eat a sandwich.

Write a lot – but see a lot more.
— Hemmingway, apparently.
Torn posters, 5th arrondissement, Paris.

Torn posters, 5th arrondissement, Paris.

Afflict me with Attention Surplus Disorder, so I can see what is in front of my face.
— Tom Andrews from “North of the Future,” the final poem from Random Symmetries.

(Source: middleandoff)

Yellow bench with overgrowth.

Yellow bench with overgrowth.

Wynwood street art.

Wynwood street art.

This lovely photo is from tomorrow’s NYT story about using crowdsourcing to track birds’ migratory patterns. Click through for additional beauties, including stunning migration heat maps.

This lovely photo is from tomorrow’s NYT story about using crowdsourcing to track birds’ migratory patterns. Click through for additional beauties, including stunning migration heat maps.

(Source: The New York Times)

I have no problem with failure - it is success that makes me sad. Failure is easy. I do it every day.