Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine.
And no one called us to the land And no one knows the where's or why's Something stirs and something tries Starts to climb toward the light.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Photos of Steve's Weekend
I was here (click to embiggen).
To see these. Of which the nice guard walking toward me let me know, "No photos allowed.
In the National Gallery Sculpture Garden there was this weird tree growing.
And then we went to see the Titanoboa at the museum next door. Some little place called the Smithsonian.
And if you ever wondered if seeing the big museums are worth it, this is the quality of the fossils the Smithsonian puts on display.
Yeah, it's worth it.
And then, you know, because you're there you have to go see the big pointy thingie.