As a Cure for Boredom and Bad Luck
Dec. 14th, 2020 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraJohn LeCarré died.
One of my favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite writers.
He was old. Eighty-nine. So, you know. It wasn’t a life untimely shortened or anything.
Still. I feel like a companion soul has been snatched from me.
Other than that, it was kind of a perfect day, temperature flirting with 60°, filled with things that I like doing.
I was in full Art Photo™ mode:
The Goddess of the Cell Phone in her winter desolation:
A meetup with BB:
Valkill, four miles after it wends its way from Eleanor Roosevelt’s hideaway:
La Deliziosa, an Italian bakery that makes the most mouthwatering cookies:
An incredible vintage truck:
Strange murals with indecipherable meanings:
Urban squalor:
Someone’s reaction to urban squalor:
Scenes from my favorite Jamaican supermarket:
The little CIA graduation party we organized for Anton. I’ve gotten pretty tight with Anton since he’s been living here here. He’s leaving for Seattle on Tuesday.
One of my favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite writers.
He was old. Eighty-nine. So, you know. It wasn’t a life untimely shortened or anything.
Still. I feel like a companion soul has been snatched from me.
Other than that, it was kind of a perfect day, temperature flirting with 60°, filled with things that I like doing.
I was in full Art Photo™ mode:
The Goddess of the Cell Phone in her winter desolation:
A meetup with BB:
Valkill, four miles after it wends its way from Eleanor Roosevelt’s hideaway:
La Deliziosa, an Italian bakery that makes the most mouthwatering cookies:
An incredible vintage truck:
Strange murals with indecipherable meanings:
Urban squalor:
Someone’s reaction to urban squalor:
Scenes from my favorite Jamaican supermarket:
The little CIA graduation party we organized for Anton. I’ve gotten pretty tight with Anton since he’s been living here here. He’s leaving for Seattle on Tuesday.
