Windows in the garage where I park my car. The garage is old, dark and generally filthy but the windows are somehow cheerful. At night, the neon lights from the sandwich shop across the street bathe the windows in purple. During the day, the only useful light in the place comes through. The windows are made of that glass brick material you see in so many factories and wharehouses. I like it with the colored lights; it looks almost like a fabric. (3 photographs, Jan 2005) 
Notting Hill near the top of Westboure Grove Road. These people had a nice front entrance, especially the door, but really the whole thing. We need better doors over here. I think we need more colorful doors.
This was really bizarre. We recently returned from a trip to Colorado for some skiing, relaxation and to get some 'mountain air' with delightfully reduced oxygen tension. What's that formula again for the rate of decline of 02, per foot of altitude above sea level? Well, at 11,400 feet, it gave me a low-level occasional headache. I didn't experience any of the talked about 'vivid dreams' to make up for that, so I feel a bit short-changed. I did learn to ski better, and overall the trip was a pleasure.
I took this picture, because it looked so absurd, the heavy snow layered like lovely marshmallow pudding on top of these summer deck chairs. But wait! On returning and dowloading the pictures to the PC, I noticed something truly absurd: no snow on the ground, anywhere. It's not even shovelled or swept away, the ground was totally clean and dry. Yes, the Earth around this resort (to be unnamed) was heated, with what method I'm not sure. I'm told that if you put your hand to the ground, even when it's below zero F, you will find that the pavement is actually *hot.*
By the way, they left notes in the hotel that they'd like us to re-use the towels in order to conserve water in the drought-stricken Colorado River territory. I'm happy to do that. They can even use my towel to keep the Earth warm.
Holland Park, London, November 2002.
I love this. I thought it was a Rolls Royce, but have been told it's a Bentley. No matter. Nice example of the idea that no matter how rich somebody is, he's still not above the law. Or at least the way it should be, right? I think the clamp is particularly elegant. Oh, and the pastel colored houses? You're not really in the Magic Kingdom. You're just in Holland Park.
This is a mechanical watch, the Seiko SUS 4S15 to be exact. I was in Minnesota along the eastern edge, where it meets Lake Superior. This was at a roadside park. Superior was freezing cold in the middle of Summer; I guess it never really warms up.
The rock was dry, and just as I set up to take the picture, a bit of water lapped up and made everything all wet. I am just glad it did not carry away the watch. Here is a good example of how an accident can make a picture much better, as the reflection of the watch and sky on the wet rock makes it a nicer image I think.
Mechanical watches by the way are fascinating objects, but after all they still are just objects.
Welcome to this 'blog' site. I hope you will like it. I am not Frank, sadly, but Alan and every day or so I hope to post a new picture. The honor of the first picture goes to Frank's Supper Club, seen somwhere around Thunder Bay, Ontario. Thunder Bay is a fascinating place if you ever want to check it out. About Frank's I think I pulled into the parking lot to turn around, and really liked the sign. Someone else did too, and managed to get a picture of the sign at night in all it's neon glory. Here it is if you wish to look: http://www.bongalow.net/albums/northshore112002/IMAGE017.jpg I'm a bit jealous.
They say Wisconsin is famous for Supper Clubs. I have only been to a place like this once, for two minutes. My brother and I found ourselves in Salt Lake City some years ago, while traveling home. We needed to find somwhere with a television, somehow came up to one of these places. Naively, we went in found no television. Everyone stopped eating and looked up to see who were were. We found that it really was a club of people who looked like they really got together every night, and had Supper. Hopefully not their last. Thanks for visiting, and welcome again.
Indeed, come as you are. Alan
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