Winter: "away is the blue bird"

It snowed last night, a couple of centimetres. Today the mercury hovers around freezing (water freezing, that is, not mercury). Two weeks remain in the term. I face with mild disquiet the prospect of carting luggage about with snow on the ground. (Postscript. The next day I woke up to a pleasant surprise: apparently the walks on campus are shovelled. I say 'surprise' because I don't recall UBC being particularly fastidious in this regard.) Saturday 17 December, in case you've not heard, is the day.

Last week, fearing the approach of snow which would destroy the opportunity for which I had waited, I took a moment to try to right an old wrong. The day was cloudless, and the sun encroached, but I had a notion that autumn's touch might yet be the vengeance of the earth I had hoped for. You decide: withered or unwithered? I think I'll have to try a winter series, too, dual to the picture of green.

Beast stands watch

I want to caption this 'Fenris eats the world' or such, but a wolf isn't a cat

An old summer photo, south and east side of Fine Hall. The thing on left is called "Five Discs, One Empty." You can't really see it but one of the discs has centre cut out.