
standing on the little bit of roof that is over our porch
shooting into the bedroom window
the next best thing to selling postcards on the street in france

Bathroom window, rainy morning, plants growing too big for their pots. We pegged the one on the right as a goner, but it is making a commendable attempt at new life. That's the side of the garage you can see. Seems odd, but it's nice that there's no chance of anyone seeing in through the bathroom window. Please disregard the bird poopies. Taken today, about 10 minutes ago.
Taken October 6, 2004 ... shortly before I returned to the UK. Sometimes in Autumn I miss the Northeast US with it's vibrant colors, smells and flavors. I wonder if there are pumpkin farms here? --- and I wonder if anyone here has seen the "It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" Halloween special -- which I remember as always being sponsored by Dolly Madison snack cakes. Mmmm, zingers were my favorite... and every now and then, after undoubtedly being very very good, Mom would sneak one into my lunch box (perhaps accompanied by an American cheese and pickle relish sandwich). Halloween isn't much over here, but apparently is growing in popularity each year. I've definitely noticed a lot more creepy stuff around than when I first moved over in 2000 --- the largest selection so far is the one I saw at Woolworth's. That's right, I said Woolworth's ... one of the original American five-and-dime stores that is no longer found in America! Well, rest assured, it exists here in England and is chock full of good ol' tacky Halloween paraphernalia.
Yesterday, I awoke at 5am with Dan and rode with him to where he works in Peckham, south London. The sun was just rising when we got there, and I took the overland train into London Bridge Station. I arrived around 7:30am to commuters just appearing, watching the station come alive with hurrying and scurrying workers. Many appeared robotic and devoid of life, devoting their lives, unquestioningly, to a faceless corporation. I emerged outside into a hazy, wet and cloudy central London -- the ever-brown Thames at home in the grey atmosphere of a rainy day. It seemed more the light of dusk than dawn. Perfect. These are the windows of Tower Bridge.