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Since we’re revisiting ‘shades of gray’ and all things written long ago, here’s a featured pic to remind everybody that I’m out of fucks to give, and if they have a problem with it they can kiss my ass. My attitude seemed largely the same way back in 2004 as I re-read some of my thoughts then – sometimes shadows transcend time. Now on with our tranquil recap of the previous week…

A bagel in Boston.

A prescient respite from the world before we realized it was ending. 

A late recompense of floral color.

A cozy close to a fall day.

Spoiler alert: America is racist, sexist, homophobic and filled with dumb fucks. See any comments section for ample evidence. 

The real final swim, maybe.

Mourning has broken.

A husband’s helpful shadow.

At the mall.

Gray Ghost 2. (Which is neither a movie nor a sequel.)

Squirrelly.

Brother 1.

Andy’s Mom.

Shades of twenty years ago.

Shades of ten years ago.

Gray Ghost 3. (And still not a trilogy.)

Change.

Idle.

Brother 2.

Mental replies.

When distance lends enchantment.

There were no dazzlers because no one is dazzling these days. Prove me wrong. I want names. And pics at least 760 pixels wide.