October 25, 2014

Venice, Italy. October, 2012

Venice as evening falls. No wonder Whistler was so captivated by this improbable city, its varying light.

October 24, 2014

Tucson. May, 2005

Pabi, short for Pablo, is no longer with us. So elegant and evocative a dog he was. Always posing in stretched-out, yogic contortions. Balletic. A little needy. But who isn’t?

October 23, 2014

Douglas, MA. July, 2007

Of course, my eye is drawn to the grey goose, the one who doesn’t follow the crowd. I remember this day as being hot and humid, thunderstorms troubling the skies, then sun turning the atmosphere into that of a steam bath. The occasion was a pig roast with lots of laughs by so many other “grey geese” in attendance. To see how much I enjoyed the day with my friends Mike and Brian, just look up to the top of this blog page and see the photo that Mike took.

October 22, 2014

Marché Atwater, Montréal. October, 2007

As I’d never been to the big outdoor market in the Anglophone section of Montréal, I decided to give it a try. A bit smaller, a bit more reserved, a bit more expensive. I don’t need to go back. I much prefer the Marché Jean-Talon in the Francophone section of town, especially as that market borders Montréal’s Little Italy neighborhood, a good location when you’re looking for food. (Our visits to this wonderful city are always in late October, prime pumpkin time.)

October 21, 2014

Venice, Italy. October, 2012

I think the most beautiful canals in Venice are those that are far from the crowded tourist haunts. Let others aim their smartphones and cameras at the Grand Canal. I prefer the out-of-the-way finds like this one, discovered around a corner during an aimless stroll.

October 20, 2014

Marché Jean-Talon, Montréal. October, 2007

Every once in awhile, Dr. Blake drops his “scientist” front and acts silly. It’s at those times that I love him most. One example: We came across this creepy giant pumpkin in Montréal’s central market and couldn’t resist a photo op.

October 19, 2014

Tucson. April, 2013

The dryness, the lack of color, the play of light and shadow along my running route in Tucson.