I had shoveled a few weeks ago. Snow is falling. It’s sort of beautiful, it blankets a city, it hides what we may not like. It’s early Spring. The snow has a price: I’ll shovel. I want to write.
Category: Michael Duda
For the last few days, I’ve felt mixed up, confused. The Jacksonville trip was to be a getaway from unfavorable weather, but rain, damp, and fog have greeted me on arrival. While down here, I thought to relax–the book proof and other tasks say differently: the lawn has weeds, pictures need to be hung, the floors vacuumed, and
Yasuzo Masumura’s movie script was obviously written around a theme, first, and fails to maintain emotionally engaging characters throughout. Too bad–as several characters become interesting, the viewer’s interest is thrown away by another preachy rant and an abrupt ending that doesn’t build to a satisfying moral dilemma. (The character’s dilemma is there, but I couldn’t
I thought to escape bad weather this Christmas. Too bad we continue to have more rain in Jacksonville. At this rate, why not snow?
During this holiday, enjoy your time spent with friends and family. Merry Christmas!
I thought I’d have some holiday fun and post this pic. Eggnog, anyone?
The other pedestrians thought I was a little strange – I lay on the ground with the camera. I’m surprised a pigeon didn’t attack me. Are there pigeons in Denmark?