Ragged Hand

A brief snowstorm blew over Philadelphia’s city hall a little after noon, obscuring most of the city but subsiding quickly and leaving little trace just minutes later.

Phoenix skyline with a lit ocotillo cactus in foreground.

Gassing up the bikes for a morning ride out to Tortilla Flat, AZ.

A Valley Metro Light Rail driver waits for pedestrians to cross the tracks before proceeding.

A man and his dog sit at a picnic table during a party for the opening of the Phoenix Metro Light Rail.

Mesa, AZ  
Shot on a Blackberry

This is a blog for photos that just don’t fit anywhere else.  I’ll try to make them good ones.  

Shakespeare’s Sixth Sonnet

Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty’s treasure, ere it be self-kill’d.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That’s for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-will’d, for thou art much too fair
To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.