Honestly, there are times when blogging becomes a difficult ordeal. I just can’t bring myself to comment on current events. Partly this is because, deep down, I know I lack the talent to adequately address our current situation. To think that people out there, all over the country-indeed, all over the globe, are having to take Little Ricky Santorum somewhat seriously. And Thomas Jefferson and James Madison thought that they’d gotten theology out of politics! Not so, not so, Little Ricky’s putting it back, and to listen to him and the tea party folks, it’s just what Tom and Jamie would have wanted. But, as I say, I lack the skills to express the proper mix of outrage and mockery mixed with shame for a 21st century country that could come to this. To think that those of us who would like to spare our country the humiliation of presenting Little Ricky to a stunned world as a potential president must hope for a Romney candidacy. I am not among that group, by the way. Should the gods in their infinite caprice give us Ricky, then the world will just have to be stunned for a while. In the end, it will all have been for the best.
Anyway, as I have nothing to say on the subject of Santorum, Jeremy Lin, or any other current subject, I thought I’d put up some pictures. I’ve been fooling around with a fisheye lens I got for Christmas, as well as a close up lens I’ve had with a while, and submit herewith a few pictures.
This is a picture taken from the UConn Avery Point campus, goosed a little in Snapscan, the Ipad App of the Year, and I think deservedly so.
My wife bought a Weeping Pussy Willow at Trader Joe’s a few weeks ago, and the catkins are now coming out. A very early sign of spring.
We live near Haley Farm State Park, where this was taken.
And,finally, yet another sign of a coming spring. This year the anticipation these tiny signs usually bring is tempered somewhat by the fact that we really haven’t had a winter.
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