Away five days, camping out four nights, with flood, heat, fog, humidity and broken heart. On retreat. In retreat. Thinking anyway. Struggling. Oh, and my bike's broken too. Reading Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s autobiography. Second time around, now back in the middle of Montgomery. Made some photographs.
I really enjoy this picture. It's so crazy simple, but still somehow satisfying. It's the Pru and whatever that new building is called that's next to it. It has a name, but no one knows it. I love it though.
For months I've been receiving mysterious comments in Chinese. I plug them into WorldLingo, a free online translater, and they invariably come out something like this (a response to the entry of July 8) ...
Whish does recommends the BLOG person bracing cold to be really prosperous left.... in other words, cryptic and/or ridiculous, but with a Confucian air - or an air of confusion. Definitely lost in translation.
Spent the day writing as the rain spit fitfully. Nothing important or serious; just jottings, observations, thoughts. Returned home, finally, taking the train from Southie, downloaded and edited photos and wrote some more.
Quote of the Day
It is not to be expected that human nature will change in a day.
Frank B. Kellogg
Image ... Prudential Center, Boston.