Somewhere, in some old brick on some old building, someone named "Junior" pulled out his knife and left his name for posterity. It's so great, the human need for recognition, just to have someone know we are around and to notice us.
This week's Album Cover shows two models who couldn't be more than, say, 35 posing as typical lovestruck teenagers in a phony malt shop. The people who made this record didn't even bother having the models pose in a real malt shop, choosing to let us think that there are ice cream parlors around with golden wallhangings for backdrops.
Being the younger brother of Dennis Bennett was not the only thing remarkable about Dave. He was truly old before his time.
I love everything about this monkey...his little jacket, his resolute strut, the way he seems ready to take on the world.
Ornithology buffs, please identify this little guy. I just thought it was a pretty picture of the rare ( ) bird.
Up in New York, they are celebrating Manhattanhenge, the moment when the setting sun aligns precisely with the street grid and monolithic buildings. This is 42nd St in Manhattan from a previous year. The phenomenon was visible last night and will be again tonight.
While in other parts of the country that don't have 88-story buildings in the way of everything, here is what the sunset looks like every night.
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| Those are those really old-time light bulbs. This looks like the ceiling of an amusement arcade or movie theater that has seen a few too many setting suns. See you next week! |
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