0 Guess Where I Am?

Actually, I got back last week, but I still want to play the game. Here are a few pictures to transport you to where I was…

 The trees are out of this world.

 Stuff grows everywhere, it can't help itself.

 If you leave your car sitting overnight, it grows fungus.

 Or turns into a pig!

 In this place, it is possible to look through the windows and watch people making cheese

 or Russian pastries.

 Follow the arrow…

 Look closely and use your knowledge of corporate America.

 Look closely and use your knowledge of recent American politics.

 (This picture doesn't nail anything down, but it makes me happy…)

 In this place, the seagulls are very organized.

 Recognize those mountains at all? No? Don't worry, I wouldn't either.

  What about that thing we're driving toward? Look closely…

Once you notice it, it kind of takes over the landscape.

La la la la la....

LA LA LA...

Beautiful Seattle...

ILU.

This post is for TLR and N. ILU, too :o)

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0 Guess Where I Actually Am

Weights in a window.

 Butterflies in a room.

 An interesting collection waiting by the side of the road. (See the horse in the middle?)

 Someone keeps their hat on their stoop.

 Time to walk many dogs.

 Getting somewhere…

underground.

 Look closely for clues…

 Some clues are at your feet.

 Some are backwards

 and some are very, very tall.

 I ♥ New York.

These pictures were taken (in no particular order) in Greenwich Village, Soho, and Tribeca; inside the Butterfly Conservatory at the American Museum of Natural History; in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn; on the F train; at Lincoln Center, where occurred the BEST SWEENEY TODD EVER; someplace in midtown where I got a good view of the Empire State Building; and at the southern end of Central Park.

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0 Guess Where I Amn't

I intended to publish a "Guess Where I Am" blog post during a recent trip but never made the time. So I'm not actually there anymore… But guess what lovely city is pictured below!

 It's a city with lots of new glass

 and signs of old industry.

 Tall old buildings tucked among the new shiny ones

 and houses perched at the top of snowy hills!

 Pretty reservoirs.

 Pretty snowstorms through the windows.

 While I was there, I disposed of some enemies

and engaged in sundry other misbehavior.

 Won't you be my neighbor?

 In fact, it is possible to ride a little red trolley in this city. It's a funicular, called the "incline" by locals...

 and takes you to the top of one of the biggest hills in the very hilly city…

 of beautiful Pittsburgh, PA.

(Thank you to my sisters, codenames: Cordelia and Apocalyptica the Flimflammer, for being the kind of people who think it's hilarious to be photographed being thrown off a bridge.)

ETA Sunday morning. Just in case any of my blog readers decide it would be hilarious to dangle a loved one over a drop for the purposes of creating a Kodak moment (and having just remembered about seabane), I figured I'd point out that it does, in fact, require massive strength to dangle a  person. Much more strength than I have and I expect more strength than most people have. If you look closely at the picture, you'll see that Apocalyptica is holding herself to the bridge and is well-balanced, with me there to tip her legs down should anything go wrong. Please don't dangle your people! :o)

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0 Today I Ate Honey-Mustard Skyr

(Instead of tartar sauce with my fish and chips.)

Here's just a tiny fraction of the pictures I want to show you (because otherwise, I'll spend the whole night blogging):

 A view of downtown Reykjavík from the tower of Hallgrímskirkja, Iceland's tallest building.

Another.

 With houses that look like these...

 and these...

 and these...

 and these... I don't understand why so many of the houses in my country are so colorless!

 Here are a few scenes of things I liked around town…

 ...places that are lived in.

 A window at street level.

 If you've been around my blog for a while, you know
how much I love buildings that show signs of past lives...

Hallgrímskirkja is visible from lots of spots all over town.

Swans!

 This is why I didn't go into business.

 In the Reykjavík Kirkjugarður (graveyard), I made a friend. By the time we parted,
I was covered with cat fur. That's okay – maybe it provided an extra layer of warmth.
(By New England standards, it's proper winter here!)

 I saw these BONKERS rings in a shop window.

 Can you imagine wearing
this on your finger?

And thus, my dear readers, my location is revealed: I'm in Iceland. I'm writing, sightseeing, exploring… and eventually, weather permitting, driving counterclockwise along the coast to Akureyri. I hope I'll have time to share pictures all along the way!

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