Spring

The swallows aren't yet here, but everything else is in place. The actors are in costume, the curtain has been drawn, the audience awaits.
 
I took some photos of spring emerging this morning, on my way downtown to the library.
 
 
 
I have begun photographing the ways that people inhabit their cars, the little mascots and emblems and rearview-mirror-dangly-bits that make an anonymous mass product "mine". These will be appearing on Flickr soon (no need to check, I'll post a note here when it happens).

For what we ask is Life,
Without a touch of Poetry in it? ...

How quaint the ways of Paradox
At common sense she gaily mocks

I'm listening to Gilbert and Sullivan's Pirates of Penzance as I write, a magnificent comic operetta with fine music and a gloriously absurd plot. A laugh a minute, as they say. Those unsure of whether opera might appeal to them, could do worse than to start with a taste of G&S.