Author: doug

The painting crew hand-scraped today.

A particularly mild-looking spider, though large: its outstreched legs would span a quarter. Outdoors, where such creatures belong.

Not me, says Gandalf, why do you ask?

Track fire means no train for Doug and I got more familiar with JFK station than I ever intended to be.  Lis came to my rescue.

I think we overwhelmed Chris & Marie’s cat just a bit.

Mangoes can be a pretty alarming color inside. Tasty though.

We’re having the old, failing cedar shingles on our house replaced prior to repainting. Today the contractor got a late start, but got the front stripped down and buttoned up for tomorrow’s rain.

My phone actually captured a decent shot of that floating art thing above Boston’s Greenway today

The Storm That Hailed On Newton was an impressive-looking flop at my office in Quincy

Hostas from my mom, flowering behind our sitting wall