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I watched the ripple spread out, a circle moving away from the moment in every direction.

I can not change what happened.

Another drop struck the surface and the impact was breathtaking. The whole bowed beneath the one as an elastic crator absorbed the  energy.

In a fluid moment  heat was exchanged. Light.


A replica of the original, a perfect sphere, hung, momentarily, above the body, then joined the whole in perfect union as the whole rose and consumed the one. Ripples rushed out to herald the moment, which, now, was indistinguishable from other moments.

What ever sense of identity the one possessed, it was drowned in the act of coming together. The one was now whole.


Another drop. Another rush. Another ripple. Concentric circles colliding amidst moments of climax.

I can not see the end, the ripples. Their size grows and the moment of conception is lost among the waves.

As I drift beneath the surface I wonder if my moment of impact made a difference.

Raindrops and ripples.
Raindrops and ripples.

Eiffel Tower Lights

The longest night of the year. Darkness. Winter. Rain. Snow.

I’m looking for, longing for the light.

A beacon from the City of Lights calls to me.

The Eiffel Tower, built in 1889, pierces the dark of night and illuminates the light of love, by day.

Over 1000 feet high, the Eiffel Tower stood as the tallest structure in the world for nearly 40 years. Originally criticized for his design, Gustave Eiffel created the iconic symbol of France which has become one of the most recognizable and most visited monuments in the world.

Last night, as I shop-vac’d nearly 100 gallons of rainwater from an outside window-well at my house, I thought, for just a moment, that I could see a beacon light piercing the clouds, lighting the way. I was back, back in Paris, standing under the Eiffel Tower, eating nutella crepes. Then, the rain turned to snow and a cold drip ran down my neck. I hate it when that happens.

Even on the longest, darkest night of the year, even in a storm, the Eiffel Tower still lights the famous City of Lights. I guess just I’ll have to look at my pictures.

Seattle: The Emerald City

People say it rains all the time in Seattle. People say that the citizens of Seattle have web feet. People say that the only time the sun shines in Seattle is the last week of July or the first week of August, but, you can’t really count on it.

I’ve heard people say these things. I grew up in Seattle. The question is, are they true?

Maybe. Mostly.

I can say that I don’t have web feet. However, I don’t live in Seattle anymore. And, I can’t verify that those who do don’t have web feet. I visited Seattle this summer and it didn’t rain everyday. It wasn’t July or August so I really didn’t expect to see the sun. I was just hoping.

Research shows that it does rain a lot in Seattle, but, not as much as most people think. Seattle receives about 38 inches of rain each year and is 44th on the most rainiest cities chart, coming in behind Houston, New Orleans, New York, Boston, and many other more rainy cities in the United States.

Research also finds that it is cloudy a lot in Seattle; cloudier than other cities that get more rain. But, when the sun does shine in Seattle, it is the most beautiful sunshine, the most beautiful scenery, and the most brilliant color of any city in the world. That is one, but only one, of the reasons I come back to Seattle, and bring my family with me. Somewhere over the rainbow may actually be in Oz, but, people say that Seattle is the Emerald City. I can say I believe that is mostly true.

Here are some shots of the city, in HDR, to make up for the lack of contrast and color that happens when the sun never shines and it rains all the time 🙂

Valley of 1,000 Hills, Durban, South Africa

The locals say the weather in Durban is the best in the world. I believe they believe it. But, when the storm brewing over the Valley of 1,000 Hills finally broke, it was like the Heavens turned over the oceans and dumped them on this valley. I can’t remember rain, no, you can’t really call it rain, maybe solid sheets of water, falling from the sky.

Valley of 1,000 Hills
Storm brewing over the Valley of 1,000 Hills.