
…she’s focusing intently on her precious yak cheese stick.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

…she’s focusing intently on her precious yak cheese stick.
Decided to give it a try in spite of hearing some unfavorable things about it. My guarded attitude going into it kept my expectations pretty low, which is why I ended up actually enjoying it. Aside from the glorious, creative visuals, it’s no world beater, but Hugh Jackman has a lot of energy and is, as always, enjoyable to watch (even though I don’t like his singing). The music is mediocre, but inoffensive. An accurate bio of P. T. Barnum would be pretty fantastic, as he was a very surprising/troubling mixed bag of a person. This is not that movie. But there are worse ways to kill a couple of hours. And as I said, it’s so pretty.

…with a photobomb by that thing it’s named for.

Questionable form, but still, nice ride.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
Emily Dickinson

It was a grubby-looking day, but a day by the seaside is a good day.
Perfection. And one of the most incredibly entertaining movies ever made. Truly. There’s nothing about it that I don’t love. Haven’t seen it? Shame on you. Rectify that immediately.

I see a few yellowing leaves, and some with some brown. That’s about as good as it gets in these parts. I’ll take it.



…with no filters used.

It must be attached at the tail.