Weekends in June are meant for bike rides and vast wanders through boroughs near and far, yet here has been a month of puttering indoors, rain delays, and not much wearing of the shorts and sandals. It has afforded no few hours for map-making, at least; that’s not so bad. A friend told me today that it’s the 7th rainiest spring since the onset of recording such things.
(I’ve just had a spot of deja vu… Odd sensation, that– one never gets used to it.)
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 