1965 Plymouth, East H Street

Waters

Backyard

West H Street

West Second meets the water

West E

Jetty

West Second at G

Backyard

First Street

Back to backyard

West E

Jetty

First

That was the week the Evangelicals celebrated their Jerusalem Victory, but asking Bibi or Donnie about the Apocalypse would be kind of akin to interrogating a fish about water, right?  We can always hope their demented shit won’t pan out in the end [-times] but, not exactly sanguine about Jared’s diplomatic predilection for bringing gasoline to fires, I spent a morning sending last year’s photos off-world, with a few nostalgic exceptions from

back when the County Road was only passable under duress and other February favorites;

Windy May’s days winding down…

[Optimum bedtime

and 80s dreamtimes]

Twenty-first century suburbia; who knew, on so many levels, we’d ever get to this?

Just before it was all over brother Kirk came out to document seventy + paintings current and

otherwise and, two days before leaving but too late to do anything about it the ’45,

cute as ever,

failed to start as barbecues continued…

unto the end.

Times.

We had a last look out across the straits

and some Red Stuff on First of a last Sunday afternoon

[The Jeepster somehow didn’t sound as if it was still running a flatheaded fourbanger

and we can be sure the ’57 above wasn’t, either].

Last of studio just when it was finally clearing out but

L., otherwise engaged, won’t be along for awhile…

 

Along…