Collecting

Some things I found while riding my bike home from Cambridge yesterday. Except for the piece of china, which I found at low tide in Maine on Labor Day weekend. I am glad I had on my cargo shorts. You never know what little things you might come across and want to carry home. Seriously, why don't more mammals have built-in pockets? Did kangaroos get them because it's hard to jump and carry a baby at the same time?

More little things

More memories of Sweden. Frida from the bookstore, called Bok Skapet, is my stripe hero!

Waiting for Earl

It's so hot and humid I feel like my eyelids are a pair of tight vinyl pants.

The edge of Hurricane Earl should be here tomorrow and with it, cooler temps. I am half thinking of staying up all night just to greet its arrival and set off fireworks and cheer like it's midnight on New Year's Eve.

I found this picture in a neglected sketchbook when I was poking around today. I drew it when I got snowed in at my friend's house several years ago and had to stay over because the roads were impassable. It's hard to imagine such a thing could happen here - inches and inches of snow? What I wouldn't give for a snowflake to fall down the back of my neck right now!