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Five years ago at a Turkey Blaster Omega gig. Suzanne is sporting their latest shirt at the time. Photo by Al Brundage.

Walked over to watch the fireworks on Saturday night. Just everyone else in the city and us. A bit smoky so you had to concentrate a little harder to see the celebration.

One of these photos is from today and the other five years ago. I choose to believe that Merlin and Archimedes rearrange things on their own.


The ocean waited deep inside the fog. The circus tent, however, had appeared overnight… the heavy mist smelled of buttered popcorn and elephants and clown makeup…

Random photos from Japan. From temples to underground music clubs, illuminated art to love motels, we saw a lot.








Rochester calls the dump Ecopark. People will make art installations out of whatever wherever.

Look closely. That top fountain is out of control. By the entrance to Mt. Hope Cemetery yesterday. Go ahead and giggle. I did.

On what would have been Suzanne’s 64th birthday, I was going to post a photo of her with a cake, but what I really want to remember are all the wonderful, weird, happy adventures and joys we shared. Here we had found a deserted bar in Mexico and hung out with a few friends.

With an osprey on top for scale. I like to think the ospreys take advantage of the weather tower equipment or at least have been deputized by the National Weather Service.
