day 61 of 365

I am a middle-of-the-road handwasher. Not fanatically scrubbing every minute, but not in denial about the world of germs out there. It does seem curious to me, though, that grown people using public restrooms need to be told to wash up. So here's a friendly reminder.

day 60 of 365

I visited the Countway Library of Medicine at Harvard Medical School in Boston, and they have some very unique exhibits highlighting the history of medicine. In celebration of day 60, I thought that you might enjoy some leeches.

day 59 of 365

Signs like this appear every 200 feet or so along a long stretch of private beach fronting million+ dollar homes here on Cape Cod. The public is allowed to walk along this beach, and also do the things spelled out on the sign. Only.

At first my inner child was struck by the term "public fowling" -- sounds a little unsanitary to me. Then I noticed the word "navication" -- a word I had never heard before. If the sign gives me permission to do it, I want to know what it is. I checked the other dozen or so signs along my walk to make sure it wasn't a typo, but all the signs said the same thing. I even came home and looked up the word, but could not find it.

Of course it's meant to say "navigation." I guess in these tough economic times it is simpler to put the signs up as is and be done with it. And since no one lives in these houses for 9 months out of the year, they won't mind, will they?

day 58 of 365

Still life with books and reading lamp.

It's foggy, with rain dripping through the trees in the woods behind our house. I'm feeling a little blurry.

day 57 of 365

Being a lover of all things old and historic, I often traipse around old cemeteries just to soak in the sense of the past that lives among the gravestones. My friends Sherry and her kids told me about a favorite stone in a cemetery nearby, and so I went on a hunt for it. She told me they used to visit her because they loved her name.


A few stones over I found my favorite...Freelove Crosby. A name equally comfortable in 18th and 19th century New England and 1960s San Francisco.

day 56 of 365

Found it!

It seems to be a law of nature that once you are all ready for work in the morning, just about to go out the door, that you will not be able to find:

• Your watch
• Your glasses
• Your keys
• Your shoes
• The lunch you just made yourself and put....somewhere

A few weeks back I spent 20 minutes frantically looking for my keys and found them in the napkin basket on the dining room table, underneath the napkins. Now how did they get there?

It's 7:00 AM. Do you know where your watch is?

day 55 of 365

Even though we got hints of spring this weekend, it's probably not time for nude sunbathing yet. Wait till April, at least.

day 54 of 365

The alphabet, continued. To see what I've titled them, visit my alphabet set on flickr.

day 53 of 365

day 52 of 365

Not being a churchgoer, I'm not entirely sure what this message means, and am not altogether certain that being "just like spinach" is a desirable thing. But it makes me curious, and got me thinking. How would you interpret it?

day 51 of 365

Imagine you're at the mall. It's winter. You are wearing a bulky coat and scarf, carrying a purse and several bags...oh, and a camera. You stop to use the restroom, and in the booth this is what you find. Luckily, the paint is a lovely shade of off-white that matches my scarf.

day 50 of 365

A is for alphabet. This is the start of a photo-alphabet series, which with any luck will be complete by the end of my 365 project. Stay tuned for the rest of the ABCs.

day 49 of 365

A view of the hair color station in the back room at the hair salon. I'm curious what color hair you get if you use these?

day 48 of 365