Mr. Scorsese sees you. He sees you very well.

Sub-zero nights turned this fountain into a mixed-state ice sculpture of a breaking wave.

I always keep snacks on hand, for those deadlines when there's no time to leave my desk. My girlfriend doesn't like the bones I sometimes forget to throw away, but she understands the pressure I'm under.

On the outside looking in.

When Yurgev looked at the clock, of course, it was Natasha's reflection that stared back at him. It was impossible for him to think of time without imagining the moments he might have spent with her that he wasted instead.

It's the silent partner in the gin and tonic. It sinks ships and knocks planes from the sky. It has a controlling vote on the weather. Because it's a freak of nature, floating on its liquid self, there's life here now.

All her travels across the frozen land came to this moment, when she topped the final rise and gazed on the radiant glory of her goal.

Bob felt a flicker of recognition as he passed the cyborg. Had they met before? A party, a bar? He shook off the feeling. Surely, he would remember a face like that.

I spent some time today trying to catch these gulls whipping past Notre Dame. This close crop was the best of the bunch. I love the color that the stone catches from the winter afternoon sun.

Words for cracked parchment: "Ye who enter these woods shall find naught but thyself, turned turvy and bedazzled, and always a sky low as wet earth shall oppress thy travels."

Wheels within wheels, man. Wheels within wheels...

You can really see the logic here. After all, bunnies and kittens are cute! So what could be cuter than a bunny or a kitten... with a pair of scissors thrust into its skull!

Push beneath the surface of things. You might see more clearly. You might just get wet. Reflect on it.

Hatchling

Triple sphere. This is a tremendous helium balloon that's permanently installed at this park near our place. It takes passengers up on a winch cable for a view of the city. I like the way it looks like a child's idea of a hot-air balloon -- perfectly round, and not really big enough to support the people it carries.

OK, I know this is the second tower appearance in the last few days, but cut me some slack. I've been good.

Shadow Convergence

Pretty Frosty

Old Mr Laporte made his money betting tourists that his horse could jump the Eiffel tower.

Why not call it the Crimson Gate? Or paint it gold?

Pelican Portrait

One of the drawbacks of ladybug parties: the line for the women's restroom is always insane.

On the eve of my departure for distant lands, I say goodbye to Pacific sunsets for a while.

Kermit loved to surf, even though the salt water irritated his amphibian's skin.

Caught this sun halo in Santa Barbara.

Long exposure + highway driving = abstraction of speed?

Burnin' ring o' fire...

The Condor House of Seafood. Do condors even eat fish?

I'm back from Frisco. Here's a view from Treasure Island, looking at the Bay Bridge and the Tron headquarters.