WHO WANTS TO GO BACK TO THE GYM?

Not me, particularly. I mean, I've had a membership at the town's fitness center but it's always such drudgery and there's enough damage to my spine and dominant shoulder already. But walking is fine. I can walk all day, especially if it's in, say, New York or Paris.

But some people really want to get that tone back. I heard on the news yesterday that one-third of Israel is fully vaccinated and those people can go back to the gym with the proper health credential. They can probably only show off like this in the shower room, though.         

THURSDAY ARCH SERIES

Haven't had the local totem on for a while. This was taken last weekend when there was still snow on the ground, composed with certain photographic tricks, er, techniques.            

THAW

This picture was taken about noon yesterday at the top of Art Hill in Forest Park (called that because the art museum is, um, at the top of it). The body of water is known as the Grand Basin. The temperature was about 60 F / 15.5 C, way different from what I mentioned a week ago. You can see that there is still a thin veneer of ice except around the fountains. And they remained on during the coldest weather.            

HEAD SCRATCHER

 

The continuing puzzle about when we will get out of this and there will be something fresh to shoot. I depend to a great extent on public events for material and there ain't any. This figure from the complex Milles Fountain, https://www.flickr.com/photos/bobcrowe/albums/72157643171648954, could be scratching his head, but could be putting a conch shell to his ear, listening for signals the rest of us cannot hear.

I'd like a signal. There is no place in this benighted state for 70+, immunosupressed me to get a vaccination. Not that there are many better places.           

MADELEINE MONDAY

Ellie's first snowgirl. I provided technical advice but she did all the work herself. We didn't have any charcoal so she used Ritz crackers for the eyes, mouth and buttons (her idea). Some critters got the carrot nose pretty quickly but none of them touched the crackers. They know the difference between natural and processed food.  

And happy birthday to my grandson Atlas Henry Crowe in Michigan, who is two today. Big, strong and smart.