this hushed and mazy sunday

He crossed the cabin and stretched himself out on the cot. Closing his eyes. A faint breeze from the window stirring his hair. The shantyboat trembled slightly in the river and one of the steel drums beneath the floor expanded in the heat with a melancholy bong. Eyes resting. This hushed and mazy Sunday. The heart beneath the breastbone pumping. The blood on its appointed rounds. Life in small places, narrow crannies. In the leaves, the toad's pulse. The delicate cellular warfare in a waterdrop. A dextrocardiac, said the smiling doctor. Your heart's in the right place. Weathershrunk and loveless. The skin drawn and split like an overripe fruit.

Suttree, Cormac McCarthy

A + S

A classmate of mine from BU is in town for a few days. Another classmate is currently working in D.C., but works too much to ever get around to doing or seeing anything. So today involved running around eating/seeing a bunch of usual D.C. things. Brunch in Logan Circle, Eastern Market, memorials, checked out the NY Ave. Beach Bar, and a few other things. While reviewing my pictures at the end of the day, they joked that it looked like a full day following a lesbian couple. I'm inclined to agree. It was unreasonably hot today.



I'm also currently in possession of a friend's 60D for a few days. It's really making me aware of how dated my camera is. The impending prospect of international travel also makes me painfully aware that I am overdue for an upgrade.