Out of Town....

The Beauty Remains...

Taking Off the Gloves

I snapped both these photos near the railroad tracks adjacent to the hospital parking lot. Were the gloves unintentionally misplaced or disgustingly thrown down ?

To Lancelot

Several cultivars of basil (but not purple ruffles) reside in my garden along with sage, thyme, rosemary, chives and curry.

Every day I scan the local newspaper and WSJ online and hope to catch at least a bit of ATC.

I often contemplate what sort of resistant bacteria may be at home in my nasal passages.

I remember long ago assisting in performing CPR on a patient who had recently received t-PA.

A robust cup of black coffee and a just ripening banana is a favorite breakfast of mine.

I strive to cook without using animal products but tend to forsake that when dining out.

I have been told I am self contained and able to always entertain myself.

I am surprised and a little embarrassed when face to face comments about my musings are verbalized.

I enjoy reading about the excesses of fine dining.

Random Photo...

Foot bridge over a tiny stream at the local golf course...

Prickly

A fair representation of my disposition as I head into the workplace...

Longing To Escape...

In my wakefulness and slumber, images of the fragility of life haunt me...