I’m getting desperately annoyed with myself as a result of this recent set of posts–something that would probably be well-described in terms of a bad lecture series–so to-day I am going to share something very dear to my heart: dinosaur love.
But first, a word to the wise: The Exhibition Center at the Dinosaur State Park in Connecticut is Closed on Mondays. I’m just trying to save you from the same heartbreak Graham and I experienced. We wanted to go relive our heritage through the aid of dioramas and multimedia displays, but the plan was destined to failure. While it’s true that just being there made us feel closer to our ancestors, and also that we did glean some educational value from the trip, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed not to get to see the huge fossils. But that’s enough blather. I’ll let the pictures do the talking…
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- Graham the Brontosaurus taking things from the top
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- Graham the Brontosaurus prowling in the shrubbery.
Please see my small google album.
Don’t worry, there’s more to come, namely a video that will allow you to partake in our exhilarating educational experience.
The weather is such a vital part of our sense of home. Bernard always used to tell a story about when he did military service in the Côte d’Ivoire with a company of Bretons, and how they slowly realized that all the sun was giving them mal du pays. They were homesick for the overcast, rainy Breton sky. Of course, I was at home in Britanny for similar reasons. And though when I first came to New York, some plants looked outright exotic to me, I quickly adjusted to those, and don’t feel too out of place here, since it’s just a little bit warmer than at home. Of course, I feel most comfortable when it’s foggy. You don’t even notice a thing like that until you leave, but it was always foggy at home. I miss the marshes.
Then there’s the land. I’ll always be for lakes, for instance. The ocean just doesn’t do the same thing for me. Of course, standing alongside Lake Michigan, you can’t see the other side any more than you could standing next to the ocean. But it’s calmer, and freshwater, with coarser sand on the beaches.
So, however badly I might want to go study in the south to get their sense of the English language, I don’t think I could do it. I wouldn’t survive that heat.
