Not A Sound From The Pavement

Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

T. S. Eliot

In The Pink

Sort of an overcast day here in Geneva, and just far too hot and humid for a photo safari.  These flowers, planted by Geneva Beautification volunteers, seem to be tolerating the heat better than I am. 

Bien Trucha

Dinner outside on the patio last night at local favorite, Bien Trucha.  The setting sun and the watermelon margaritas made for a beautiful summer evening.  And, as usual, the service was exceptional!

The Remains Of The Day

I took this photo at about 8:00 Monday night from the eastern end of the State Street Bridge.  That's the United Methodist church on the corner of Hamilton and Second Streets in the background. 

Blue Bench

Several members of my family are away from home this week.  It sure is quiet around here.