Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Easy one, no? I mean, serially, there was: a roadtrip with our dog, going to a place on the shore of a salted sea, wide bridges that arched over salt ponds and harbors, mingling with strangers who brought their dogs to breakfast, slowly and quietly finding passage through urban blight only a car-width away, through a clean windshield gazing at cages, tall and cold and finding electrons turned flesh and blood, exchanging keystrokes for hugs that conveyed warmth and life.
That was my week ….your’s?
photos of yesterday and the week before….
(oh yeah, 6) the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules, 10) SR 1.3)
so a little pictorial remeberationing,
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the scene from my office window yesterday, a bunch of antiques cars pulled in across the street and, when I spotted the guy in the white shirt and hat, I had to say, ‘damn! talk about devoted hobbits’* * lol… ask zoe or maybe joy, they’ll explain the joke
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down the street from our Bed&Breakfast in Ocean City…. ‘I immediately thought, hey! we should say hi for kristi’* (like when someone says they’re from, say, Chicago, someone is always available to say, ‘hey do you know so-and-so?’)
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a remarkably depressing cultural/architectural artifact… one of the mega housing complexes as we approached NYC… made me think of the line from a Jimi Hendrix song, (‘Up from the Skies’): “I heard some of you got your families, living in cages tall & cold…:
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…finally, as always, there’s:
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