Assateague National Seashore
This’ll do.
Snow day
He whose face shall not be posted surveying the National Mall from the bottom of the sledding track on the Senate side. (Apparently, later, actual Nazis came out. Pretty much since this dude was born, I’ve not gone out to document the actual self-described fascists who come to town, but there have been many. :/ )
Adjourned to the porch.
I said “it’s gonna freeze tonight, going to take the hose off, back in a minute.” The hint to the contrary was the whiskey in hand.
Ugh.
Semper fuck you
Or “Can there be closure for a wound carved by systemic failure?" I’ve visited on or close to the anniversary more years than not since I’ve been an adult in the region with access to a car. This time felt like a little bigger deal—a big round number. It is 30 years to the day since we lost my uncle. This time it was more explicitly acknowledged that my going was on behalf of the whole family.
Adobe to discontinue Creative Cloud syncing — this is probably the push I need to ditch Lightroom and move to a different cataloging tool (on top of my other cloud and local storage) and a different editor/“darkroom” tool. I do miss Aperture.
A last week in Chincoteague, Virginia.