Spring Fever

It's spring fever.  That is what the name of it is.  And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!  --Mark Twain

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?--Tennyson

Every mile is two in winter--G.H.

It seems like it's been cold here for a long time now. I'm wishing for an early summer.

The end of the year

From the last several months. Guess I need to buy a flash and figure out how to use this camera. 

Analog; not disposable.

Lincoln

     These pictures are digital and from a couple of years ago. I was looking at old pictures today and began to feel a bit nostalgic, even though I never really liked the place much. When I think of that time I can smell just the faintest lingering stench of loneliness, perhaps one of the clearest and most lasting of scents--the kind that, after time, can sometimes seem sweet. I mostly remember spending a lot of time in my bedroom in a dark apartment on a dark street. The closest I had to consistent company was my neighbor's cat, who, come to think of it, really wasn't all that consistent. I can't remember his name, though my forgetfulness should in no way undermine how great he was.

     Sure, there were some good times, but those were few and far between. The rest was dull and quiet, fit for endless longing. It must be the longing I miss.