under 14th street, etc.
Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato enough to adapt to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, the undulations of dreams, and sudden leaps of consciousness. This obsessive idea is above all a child of giant cities, of the intersecting of their myriad relations.
—Dedication of Le Spleen de Paris _ Charles Baudelaire
Althea and I made it in this wonderful photograph by an unknown photographer at the “Friends of Richmond K-9” event this past weekend at the Tidal Basin. We had a close neighbor that owned a wolf hybrid that protected our neighborhood for a decade. We were with our neighbor and his faithful friend as they passed and miss both painfully.
Tom my nephew was working this event.