First Signs

Something is blooming in Pensacola, but what? Can you identify this tree?

Click to make it bigger.

More of the same.

Here are a few snaps from recent photo cruises around the Old East Hill neighborhood in Pensacola. 

I have a thing for crisp, white buildings. And repetitive patterns. (Is that phrase redundant?) And stairs. And windows. Frames. Diagonals. Textures.

I wonder if fascination with these things is common to all photographers?

Old Sacred Heart Hospital, Pensacola

Diana and I explored Pensacola's Old Sacred Heart Hospital yesterday.

She was born there. I was not.

The day was grey and the light was not optimal for photographs, but we made do.

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We started with lunch at O'zone Pizza Pub, in the basement of the old building.

Then we poked around the hospital interior.

There are a few offices but the building is essentially unchanged, from the solid oak doors to the shiny copper pipes.

I could imagine the Daughters of Charity with their white cornettes, gliding down the halls on hidden feet.

We peered, but were not allowed onto the upper floors.

Mary is visible through a rear window.  Strange.

The Place Where I Live

Sort of. The town where I live, at least. It's the street where Diana lives.

I was poking through some of my photos last night and made this my laptop wallpaper. Wow, it's a nicer photo than I thought. The lesson being one should always enlarge one's photos because they almost always look better bigger. So, yeah, click on it to make it big.

Shameless Whinging About the Weather and Other Things

It's freakin' 30 degrees. Right here in Florida. Tonight the forecast is for a near-record low of 21 degrees, with wind chill of 10. It's weather like this that chased me from the Northeast. Why move to Bodunk, FL, USA if I'm still going to freeze my ass off?! I could be home in NYC, desperate for a glimmer of sunshine and watching the snow accumulate in grey curbside mounds. But there'd be access.

The new Sherlock Holmes movie, eh, not so hot. I miss movies that feature human beings over special effects. Movies meant to evoke emotion, not induce headaches and motion sickness. If you've seen one explosion, you've seen 'em all.

Otherwise: Robert Downey's English accent sucked. Jude Law's Watson was more attractive for being unglamorous. Holmes/Watson, so married.

Watson to Holmes: You old cock.

Holmes to Watson: Mother hen.

The best parts were the sketched scenes in the closing credits and the Dubliners' rockin' "Rocky Road to Dublin."