20130108 - Lending a hand
One of the downsides to taking daily pictures is that some people see it as not normal. When I saw the sea of hand prints on the frosty glass of this stairwell, I immediately saw it as a photo opportunity. Passers by in the stairwell did not seem to share my opinion, and I got a lot of strange glances as I lined up 2-3 shots, tweaking settings and even swapping cameras. I was not blocking the stairs - they are very wide - but I think a few folks were annoyed that they could not walk three abreast as they passed me. Oh, the inconvenience!
Most of the prints had obviously been left by children (or Hobbits) but overall they covered a wide gamut of heights and sizes. The first were probably left by somebody leaning against the glass, trying to peer through the frost. The rest were left by people who saw it not so much as opaque windows, as a blank canvas on which to leave their temporary mark on the world.

( Walking on water. )
Most of the prints had obviously been left by children (or Hobbits) but overall they covered a wide gamut of heights and sizes. The first were probably left by somebody leaning against the glass, trying to peer through the frost. The rest were left by people who saw it not so much as opaque windows, as a blank canvas on which to leave their temporary mark on the world.

( Walking on water. )
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Sugar frosting.
The weather gave us a treat this morning. The city was shroud in a light fog, with low-hanging clouds that just obscured the tops of the taller buildings in town. Most notable though is the hoar frost that has left every tree and shrub in the city looking like it has been sugar frosted. I hope it holds up long enough for me to get home and capture a picture or two for my YIP project. If not, we have cats...
Dear radio and television personalities and news casters,
Please stop comparing everything to the situation in Haiti. We get it. Something bad happened there, and comparatively speaking things are pretty good here. That still doesn't stop me from wanting to crotch-kick you every time you end a sentence with: What happened in Haiti sure puts things into perspective, doesn't it?
It has almost grown to the point of being a new meme.
"Boy, you don't want to go into the bathroom just now - somebody dropped a serious scud. Though I'm sure it's nothing compared to the stench of rotting bodies in Haiti. What happened in Haiti sure puts things into perspective, doesn't it?"
"Man, this coffee awful! How long has it been sitting on the element? Though I'm sure there are people in Haiti who would kill for coffee, even as bad as this. What happened in Haiti sure puts things into perspective, doesn't it?"
"I almost missed the bus this morning, but they don't even have those in Haiti now since the earthquake. What happened in Haiti sure puts things into perspective, doesn't it?"
Dear radio and television personalities and news casters,
Please stop comparing everything to the situation in Haiti. We get it. Something bad happened there, and comparatively speaking things are pretty good here. That still doesn't stop me from wanting to crotch-kick you every time you end a sentence with: What happened in Haiti sure puts things into perspective, doesn't it?
It has almost grown to the point of being a new meme.
"Boy, you don't want to go into the bathroom just now - somebody dropped a serious scud. Though I'm sure it's nothing compared to the stench of rotting bodies in Haiti. What happened in Haiti sure puts things into perspective, doesn't it?"
"Man, this coffee awful! How long has it been sitting on the element? Though I'm sure there are people in Haiti who would kill for coffee, even as bad as this. What happened in Haiti sure puts things into perspective, doesn't it?"
"I almost missed the bus this morning, but they don't even have those in Haiti now since the earthquake. What happened in Haiti sure puts things into perspective, doesn't it?"