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Dusted off the archives because I was in the mood

Kodak 400CN B&W
Nikon F100

Saint-Gaudens

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I took a photo of an interesting knot in a Birch tree and made this
photo-illustration with it.

Left: Original photo
Upper Right: photo placed next to mirror image
Lower Right: photoshopped final as seen above

D— is off on a trip to Chicago; before she left M— and G— flew in from Paris and spent two days with us. For an authentic New England experience we gave them a lobster feed. They liked eating the bugs! Oddly inspired by their willingness to eat something so unusual (both are originally from Mali where seafood isn't), I went to the store today and picked up a pound of crawfish.

No spice in the boil and the crawfish were frozen, not fresh—a pure novice at work here—I whipped out a Sam Adams Summer Ale and went to work. My first impression was they're a lot easier to peel than a lobster! Mmmm! I can't wait to try 'em fresh. That's some good eating.

Coming soon: Photos of of M— and G— in Harvard Yard rubbing the foot of John Harvard's statue for luck in admission to MIT.

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M— and G— honored us with a visit during a trip from Paris to the States. Here's a snapshot of them in Harvard Yard rubbing the foot of John Harvard's statue for good luck. Both expressed more interest in attending MIT than Harvard, so one can only assume this is the help they were seeking from Mr. Harvard.

During their brief stay we talked late into the night, drank champagne (with G— abstaining), visited Harvard and MIT, had a lobster feed, and watched Batman: The Dark Night in an Imax theater. It was a great couple of days.

Some time ago in a post on this blog I mentioned an evening D— and I spent with M— in Paris. We went to an African restaurant, ate the cuisine of Camaroon, drank French Gewürztraminer wine and talked meaningfully about life. It was what I always imagined Paris to be and it wasn't until that moment that I began to feel I was truly 'in' Paris. (It saved me from a dismal encounter with the Left Bank during which, the only ray of light was a salami sandwich and a glass of Glenlivet Scotch I enjoyed on the patio of a café).

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