Staring Out the Window Again
As summer comes on, I think the mountains turn into transvestites. This week, Mount Wilson has been experimenting with a hazy smear of foundation, enough to conceal his jagged wrinkles but not quite enough to hide the sharp outlines at his peak. Soon enough, he’ll blanket himself in flesh-toned smog, presenting us lowly residents of the foothills with a soft and feminine skyline.
There are more pictures in the photoblog, and there’s a new loop on gabbro radio, all about fruit and right wing politicians.