

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
Emily Dickinson
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.


The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
Emily Dickinson

The Lent Lily
‘Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The primroses are found.
And there’s the windflower chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there’s the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.
And since till girls go maying
You find the primrose still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil.
Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring’s array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.
A. E. Houseman

This place is an underrated gem.

I’ve always liked this one for some reason.

The duck is unimpressed.

That looks uncomfortable.

This is supposedly a model of the statue at the top of the U. S. Capitol.

I’m a fan of the curves.

Will no one stop that marauding horrible spiky red alien. Will no one thing of the children?

This is the “heritage tree” at the Cerritos civic center. All of the new grown comes out of the fragile, hollowed out remains of the parent tree.

I don’t know why this guy is begging so hard. Clearly he gets more food than his fellow fish. Probably ate several of them to get that big.

The reading room. A little touch of Downton Abbey…

The entry to the First Ladies exhibit…

The Craftsman-style periodical room…

Art deco teen reading room…

I like some of Dale Chiluly’s glass installations, but this just looks like a collection of dirty hair nets stuck to the wall…

Entrance to the library, with lovely splash pad and dolphin fountain…
If you haven’t been, I highly recommend it.

By my quick and probably inaccurate count this is about 300 days worth of no doctors!

Alfie likes to bury her favorite toys in secret places around the house and in the yard to hide them from thieves. This is the quality of her work.
7. NIGHT OF THE HUNTER (1955)
A genuinely great and genuinely weird film. There’s absolutely nothing like it. Robert Mitchum’s unforgettable performance is justly lauded (see above), but I also loved Lillian Gish’s avenging angel to his roaring lion of a devil.
Verdict: It’s a damn shame Charles Laughton never directed another film.
8. BECKET (1964)
When Peter O’ Toole goes full Peter O’ Toole, no one stands a chance. Not even Richard Burton, who is very good and nuanced and interesting. But he’s no Peter O’ Toole. No one was, is, or likely ever will be again.
Verdict: Good stuff, although it does lose some steam when Burton gets religion.
9. GALAXY INVADER (1985)
Alien makes the mistake of landing in redneck country. Trashy, low-budget shenanigans ensue. That’s really all there is to say here.
Verdict: The Rifftrax version above is hilarious. If you’re going to spend time watching an alien-redneck movie, this is the way to do it.


A flower’s a flower as far as I’m concerned.