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Early, horizontal leaves of Compass Plant (Silphium laciniatum), Pleasant Valley Conservancy, Wisconsin
Compass Bus Dennis Trident T184CLO at Brighton Station, shortly to depart on rail replacement to Three Bridges.
Christa Avampato yoga portraits in Washington Square Park.
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"Compass." 8.5 x 11 inches. India Ink on card stock. Piece 10 in the folio Winter Residency 14 - 15. * Completed in the waiting room on Dec. 1, 2014, while Lydia had a tumor removed from her pancreas. She was in the operating room for some 10 hours and I needed something tedious to distract my mind.
A collection of other compass rose jars, mainly to show that the size of the rectangle doesn't matter. The one with the Skittles logo points out the real use of these jars - geeks need a place to keep their skittles.
Without skittles, coding would come to a standstill.
Compass Royston of Stockton on Tees N33CRT outside Newcastle Central Station, on rail replacement duty, on January 17th 2009.
I was given two fruit cakes to decorate for an 80th birthday - this and the 'floral fruit cake'. Felt they turned out sufficiently different from each other!
It's not often that I have company who aren't afraid of ponying up good cash for awesome food. So when my cousin Arden told me he'd be in NYC for the last weekend of Restaurant Week, you can bet I jumped to make reservations for every single dinner while he was in town.
Compass, my selection for the second night, is located on the west side of 70th and Broadway. At first glance, it looks like it is under massive construction. NYC, I have come to find, is an old city that is always undergoing massive construction.
Walking in to the restaurant, I was greeted with a sense of casual elegance. The ambiance was perfect, with warm lighting and slow instrumental jazz playing.
The decor had the kind of "serious business" vibe that must make this place a magnet for business lunches and dinners, yet it was playful enough to be just casual enough that you could have an intimate dinner with a small group of friends without feeling like you needed to be suited up to the nines.
The restaurant also has a great bar area to the left of the entrance where we passed the Friday night drinks crowd on our way in.
My internal compass sucks. I like directions with the words Left and Right, not East and West. And once I know a path I'm good, but don't ask me to explain it to you.
For five years I lived in the same house and worked at the same job and picked up the kids from the same day care. I drove the same route every day. And I liked it that way. It's called auto pilot and for me it's a good thing because I have enough stuff on my mind. I don't want to have to think about where I'm going and how to get there.
So now I'm in a new house and the kids (two of them anyway) are at different schools. And the auto pilot apparently has not been programmed appropriately yet. Or maybe I have too much on my mind. Either way, in the last week I've - can I say it? - fucked up. All I need to do is take 94 to 35 to 92. It seems easy. It is easy! But one day I failed to make the first switch over and then less than a week later I made the first one and missed the second one. And the saddest part is that I don't even notice until many miles down the road when suddenly things aren't quite looking familiar anymore!
I figured it out and over the two days I drove over 26 miles out of my way.
I was on auto pilot, but apparently the new route hasn't been fully downloaded to the system yet.
Christa Avampato yoga portraits in Washington Square Park.
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