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Spock and Scotty just came back from their fishing trip in 19th century Scotland. Spock is delighted and now rolls his R’s as a true Scot. All set and ready to explore the time-space continuum. Fasten seat belts. Scotty? Engines running? Spock? Ready to hop? (Above: the day of the Dead, Tlalpan, Mexico, 2017.) JUMP!…

A Paris walk. (Not again?!)

Thoughtful. Up the towers of Notre-Dame. Don’t do it, it’s cramped, and the security mesh they’ve put impedes any decent view or photography. The above is a victory of Photoshop. See the original further down below. Vintage. My brother’s lair, Paris, around the corner from Impasse Satan. My brother is getting vintager and vintager every…

Pot-pourri six-and-fifty

Scotty is still on holiday, fishing in Scotland around 1896, with Dr Watson, not quite sure whether with John or Joan. In Scotty’s stead, Mr Spock is at the helm. “Spock, ready for some fun?” “Define ‘fun’, Sir?” “Never mind, Spock. Above: procession last Sunday in Tlalpan, a street away from the house. (C)ourtesy AMO.…

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Sunrise, Angkor-Vat, Cambodia. January 2018. “Yes, Scotty?” “System is down, Sir, we have to resort to analog visual substitutes”. “Binoculars, Scotty? You must be joking! Are we flying blind?” “They’re very good binoculars, Sir. Mid 20th century. Not a scratch.” “I don’t care, get the system back up! All passengers and crew: fasten seat belts!…

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Lori’s diner, San Francisco, 2016. (Scotty? Prepare to warp) Sunset at my sister-in-law’s country house. Interior of Colombia. c.2015. (Sir? Haven’t you said you don’t much like sunset photos? I have. Said that. Scotty. Photos do poor justice to any sunset.) 😉 Vincennes Zoo, Paris. End of the 20th century. The last two polar bears…