How much of this will I be able to see on blogger? On my desktop I can click on the image and see details of people walking on the beach.
A lot, but not the blow-up details.

The Hours, Xavier Mellery

I have stolen this from willow at Willow Manor
Neural Linguistic programming
Designed Human Engineering
(Chis at All Saints)

Octahedral Gold crystals attached together, specimen from California
I've just bookmarked the site where I found this photo. Wouldn't it be nice to have some jewelry made out of this as it is? With its crystalline shapes it reminds me that it come from the earth like granite, salt or crystals. I also found a photo of a slab of gold more than a foot long found in Australia. Get it? Au stralia!

The one on the left ain't so bad either.

At 9:03 pm on Friday night September 25, 2009 seven all-sky cameras of Western's Southern Ontario Meteor Network (SOMN) recorded a brilliant fireball in the evening sky over the west end of Lake Ontario.

The fireball was first detected by Western's camera systems at an altitude of 100km over Guelph moving southeastwards at 20.8 km/s. The object was seen widely by observers throughout southern Ontario and adjacent areas.At its brightest, the fireball was approximately 100 times as bright as the full moon.

And now they are looking for the pieces.

Photo of the minute. Too good to miss.

From ubicon's photostream on flickr

Someone said recently that the huge difference between the Atlantic, which I take this to be, and the Pacific, of which I have very little experience, is that the Pacific does not smell like the Atlantic. In fact, that it hardly smells at all. I would like to spend some of the rest of my life somewhere where I can watch the sun set beyond a great expanse of water. Each day would remind me that I am nearing the end of my life and each sunrise would fill me with the joy of still being alive. There is a place at the mouth of the Saint Lawrence of great desolate beauty, where one can see spectacular sunrises and sunsets (1). I would build me a log cabin there for those times when my wife and children seem separate from that other non conjugal side of myself. That side of myself that finds contentment sitting alone on a train or writing nothings on my blog.

(1) I heard about this place on the radio so I'm not sure of the spelling. It sounded like Riefert Garden in Metis sur Mer in the Gaspe. I've checked it on Google Earth and there is a spit of land with a lighthouse on the end, which would indeed have views due East and due West.