April 3, 2013

Uncharacteristic dedication to photography in recent days: my throng of hyacinths, Cindy’s retirement party, etc.

Yogurt may have cured my seemingly ineradicable diarrhea problem.  I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before. Conversely, I don’t know why I thought of it at all.

Sidney steaming ahead with preparing The Loves of Mr. Lincoln. The idea that he might want Cody for Josh Speed fills me with anticipation.

Anemones poking out their scarlet and azure heads. They look like more compact and vivid versions of what I saw on the stones of Troy.

Bluebirds throng my front yard. This is a blessing almost inexplicable to the layman.