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

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.

Stopped by recently.


I’ve been remiss about posting current reads but I did take this photo last week. I have since finished Elegy for Opportunity by Natalie Lim and something unmentionable by Mike Ennenbach, both fantastic. I am still reveling in Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle and All the Worst Humans: How I Made News for Dictators, Tycoons, and Politicians by Phil Elwood.

Pretty cool picture of my Dad, timely since I’m picking up a new car tomorrow. He’s looking better doing it though.

The wind is up and the kiteboarders are aloft.



Hanging out on Hanging Rock

But really I’m celebrating with a walk on the beach after sending off a 2,500 word story which I managed to write and edit this weekend. I haven’t been that productive in a while. Plus the story lies at the intersection of baseball and body horror. Summer is in the air!
