Category Archives: Urban

11-Farm

Journey

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired.”

Shakespeare, in the opening of Sonnet 27

09-Doll

Dystopia

But old Dim, as soon as he’d slooshied this dollop of song like a lomtick of redhot meat plonked on your plate, let off one of his vulgarities which in this case was a lip-trump followed by a dog-howl followed by two fingers pronging twice at the air followed by a clowny guffaw.

Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

05-Hoto

Take only photos, and watch where you put your footprints!

Santa Teresa County Park – Coyote Peak

This view is facing north. The downtown skyscraper rooftops of the city of San Francisco can be slightly seen in the top center behind the distant ridge. Click on the image and look closely.