RAIN, RAIN GO AWAY

It is very warm and damp here. The orange boat is the Staten Island Ferry. The background in the first picture is Jersey City, New Jersey, not New York.  The third photo is lower Manhattan shrouded in mist.

Therapy

There are more pictures from STL's Halloween party on Flickr here and I may edit others. But today I need out and I'm getting out. Been a bit crabby lately with work, clients and certain other people. As Sartre said, l'enfer, c'est les autres, and I'm looking for some mental refreshment.

By mid-afternoon I will be in New York City, my point of origin. Now I wouldn't tell a Scot this to his or her face, but Sir Walter Scott, whose poetry I think is mostly awful, wrote

Breathes there a man, with soul so dead

   Who never to himself hath said

This is my own, my native land!

I still miss the place. Of course, living is St. Louis is far more affordable but going back here always gives me a boost. It hits my reset button. It's therapeutic. Later today I will meet up with Olivier of Evry Daily Photo. We will walk the streets, photograph what passes before us and use Google Translate a lot. Can't wait.

By the way, the photo here was taken in the Staten Island Ferry terminal last summer. The concept works for me.