Walking Around

Clearing the backlog.

The other night I saw what I considered to be this beautiful sunset in Northampton. It wasn't colorful, just very moody. I guess haunting is the better word. But maybe it was just in my imagination, because little of that comes across now that I look at the picture.

Perhaps local sunset-pic expert Tony Mateus will give me some pointers.

Here's something you don't see everyday, a Volkswagen with racing stripes! 

This morning at UMass by Garber Field I saw that a tree had been cut down.

It always makes me feel a little sad when I see a tree felled. I like to think of what that tree has witnessed. How many people passed beneath it? What did they say? How many of those people are still alive? What happened under that tree? Perhaps someone asked someone if they would marry them. It's a shame that those in the plant world cannot speak, because I know they would have fascinating things to say.

On the bus on the way home from my therapist I spotted (how appropriately) someone reading Kesey's One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. It was an old, faded edition with a cover design I had never seen before. I asked the young man reading it about it and he showed me the copyright of 1966! He said his grandfather had given him that book to read. 

Cool grandpa!

Have you been wondering what they've been doing in the dorms of Hampshire College lately?