Every winter I’ve lived in Iowa has been horribly frigid, and this one is off to a typical start.
We rode a train to Versailles and Chartres on a beautiful day of fall foliage and blue sky.
A parade of island school children marched along the main square, carrying flags for Ohi Day.
What a view was revealed as we followed a street along the ridge that looked out over the town!
All architects should be forced to stare at the Parthenon until they develop good taste.
There are a lot of tourists in Athens even though this is the end of the busy season.
We got to the second level of the Eiffel Tower for sunset and to the top as the city lights blinked on in the dusk.
Mobile is a smaller, less demented version of New Orleans.
The streets of downtown Iowa City have a very cheerful air this weekend.
It’s another rainy day so instead of riding my bike I went to the drawing group.
While it was raining here, it was sunny in Anaheim; I watched my first Yankees game of the season.
A little freezing rain has not deterred a flock of cedar waxwings from visiting the tree outside my window.
The weather in Honolulu is balmy. The sun goes in and out of clouds but the breezes are what make it pleasant.
The weather so far this month has been erratic enough to verify that old joke about Midwestern weather: if you don’t like it, just wait five minutes.
I rode my bike down to Lone Tree today.
Could it be… spring?
The weather here is struggling valiantly to become springlike and is failing.
It’s snowing? Go away! It’s spring!
The Pacific Northwest has that lamentable stigma of being that place where “it rains all the time.”
For the first time since I exited one of their planes on the inflatable slide we boarded Allegiant Air and headed for a holiday weekend in Sarasota.