Yuccamanhole!

As I was walking to St. Ives

I met a man with seven wives..."

M and I arose today and ventured forth at the crack-o-noon for coffee.

These pics, plus the ones above, are the results thereof.

Palm Shadow

The Fish Bowl

For those unaware, M and I have relocated to a new abode - only a dozen-or-so blocks from the former, but far less immersed in the laissez-faire goings on thereof.

It's true, M's had to adjust to sleeping without the not-so-distant sounds of gunfire, and, yes, the apartment has a somewhat "beige" quality -but- the location is amazing (within walking distance of everything downtown) and the light bounces around quite nicely in our little fish bowl.

Here, then, is the maiden pic, as photographed by M.

Post Library

Magritte's Trees

This was taken on my way to the library last Sunday.

There's a song by Willy Nelson, I believe, somewhat tongue-in-cheek, called "The Best of All Possible Worlds."

This reminds me a little of that.
And Magritte of course.