The rules say that if you cross the US/Canada border, then you must self-isolate for 2 weeks. So we are sequestered in a house that is just a few blocks away from our first home in Etobicoke. We left more than 25 years ago. Quarantine Day 0. At the border. Quarantine Day 1. Did the [...]
Since I'm not really commuting these days, I walk along the Hudson River each morning. I take the same picture at roughly the same time every day. This is a smörgåsbord of pictures from August and early September.
This week, our “get out and stay sane” event was a visit to MoMA, which recently reopened. The number of visitors is limited, and you need a timed entrance ticket, unless you are the guest of a staff member or volunteer, in which case you can waltz right in(1). @MoMA sculpture garden w/ PS H1 [...]
Heidi and I last visited Maine in the beforetimes (1). We camped at Bar Harbour and at Acadia National Park. Back then, we thought it was a great place. Still do. So we decided to go back, but this time, we stayed in Portland, the city of 66 thousand after which Portland OR is named. [...]
It's one of those sweltering days in the city that I imagine propelled Ray Bradbury's imagination to conjure stories about urban witches, insomnia and climbing the corporate ladder.
