Click, Click, Click

The holidays are a fine thing, but they stuff the brain with food and wine and make the words go slow.

They also give me lots of out-n'-about daylight hours to point-and-click the pretty pictures. So let's dedicate the next couple-of-days-ish to a photo-binge—kids, inanimate objects, buildings in extreme disrepair, the usual suspects (punctuated by whatever verbal effluvia might gurgle up from my phlegmatic left hemisphere). Click, click, click.