3:00 snapshot #918

I had lunch with my friend Otto last Saturday, at Red Lentil, in Watertown. Otto is not his real name, but he came up with it one day as part of a larger story, and it stuck as a nickname used only be me and people who know him through me. Otto was the first friend I met in Boston, he and I were both trying to find our way around MassArt on the first day, and latched onto each other. He is 4 years older than me, and grew up in and around Boston, and showed me around. He exposed me to the first espresso drinks, Indian food, tofu, and art films I had ever experienced. I'm glad we still make time to hang out once a year or so.

3:00 snapshot #919

I get a lot of joy from my fire pit. It's been nice to get in extra fire time this winter, what with the yard not being covered in 4 feet of snow like last year.


Maggie patrols the yard, ever vigilant for cats.

Winter mushrooms in the Stony Brook Reservation

I took Charlie on a rambling walk in the Stony Brook Reservation on Sunday. I tried to find paths that were new to me, and was happy to find some mushrooms! These swampy trees have some reddish-orange polypores on them. I had to get out feet a little damp to get closer. Luckily once I was at the right angle to take this picture, I found the same mushrooms growing out of the tree I was standing next to!

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