Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of an elderly woman on an electric scooter, weaving down the sidewalk and nearly crashing into a light pole and a plate glass window, while talking on a sparkly red cell phone, and staring out across the street.

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of a young couple standing in the pharmacy line at Shoppers, beside each other but not touching, bodies tense enough to shatter, the guy with a Plan B box clutched so tightly in his left hand you’d think it would explode if he dropped it.

This is also a picture I did not take of the same couple, five minutes later, walking down the sidewalk, hand in hand, leaning ever so slightly into each other, casually discussing why chocolate milk is more expensive at convenience stores, the drug store bag swinging casually from the guy’s right hand as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of an approaching-elderly Chinese man exiting the elevator at my apartment building in a cloud of cloying aftershave, wearing skinny jeans, an oversized white t-shirt, and sporting a Justin Bieber haircut.

Catching up

Sooo… hi! Been a while. Good reasons, though.

Sherry and I went to Scotland. Working on my usual trip write-up now, but in the mean time, the photos are here: Scotland, May 2010.

After we got back, I did some laundry and got re-acclimatized on Sunday, then hit the sack early in order to be at St. Mary’s Hospital at 6am on Monday (bless Sherry for being my driver) for my semi-long awaited laparoscopic cholecystectomy, or gallbladder removal for the non-medically inclined.

Both the date and time of the surgery changed at least once, and in somewhat bad timing, the last time change occurred while we were away, and I didn’t get the message until Saturday evening when we returned from Scotland. Whew. Ahh well, it all worked out. And after a week of recuperation, napping, and part-time working from home, I’m nearly back to good as new, with only four small scars for my trouble, and a weird pain when I yawn, which will hopefully go away soon, too.

And now life returns to normal, with my birthday coming up and intermittently lovely summer weather.

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of two elderly ladies, dressed in jaunty spring floral outfits, presumably heading to the library, arms full of books, with the outward-facing cover of the book held by the lady closest to me reading: Voodoo History.

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of three pregnant women power walking in the park, accompanied by two tiny Chinese Crested dogs, who appeared to be wearing pink and blue pajamas.

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This is a picture I did not take of a kid with a red plastic shovel, taking advantage of the day’s snowfall to fill a green plastic grocery bag with snow, assisting his buddy in constructing a formidable apple tree-backed snow fort.

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of a man standing patiently on the sidewalk beside a small park, fully bundled for winter walking and holding a slack leash, on the end of which is a boxer puppy, joyfully rolling around on his back in the snow and snorting.

Philip

Courtesy of Melissa, her fine familiar at work, in good company, of course.

Philip the sockmonkey

Our corvid neighbours

At work, thanks to all the windows and being on the fifth floor, we have a fairly panoramic view of the area. And every afternoon, usually soon after 3pm, though sometimes as late as 5pm, a murder of crows comes to roost in the trees around the building. Sometimes there is just a few, other times it looks more like 100 (can’t say that doesn’t make us a bit nervous…).

They stick around for a few minutes, then just fly off en masse. When they’re there around sunset, the effect is quite striking.

Our office neighbours

Our office neighbours