I don't know if it is turning 40 that does it, or just a stage I am going through, but recently no matter where I travel to, I have found a compulsive need to take pictures of old buildings. Nothing strange in that, you say. No, but I would like to know is it something that a lot of people find themselves doing, a sign of senility--no, wait that's when you just talk about the past the whole time, isn't it? Shite, I think I am starting to do that, too.

Anyway, what's the picture here? Well, that shot is one I took in Woodstock, VT recently. A old stone building, late 1700s or early 1800s. I shot it from a a bridge. I love this angle, since when you look down the side of building along a stream it has possibilities. That is, it cannot be contained, held to one point in time.

See there I go again. Anyway, does anyone else have this affliction?

Impatient, Heavy Breather
This is one of those displays of passive/aggressive behavior I dislike the most, and, admittedly, it proves very effective. So I was chatting with the presenter at a social networking seminar after the presentation. If a presentation has hit me in the right way, well, then it is only right to connect with the said presenter at the end, getting past the pleasantries to the meat. As I waited my turn for the myriad, middle-age social misfits to say their piece, usually somesycophantic reverie aimed at currying favor, I eagerly stepped up and jumped in with the presenter. Each of us measured the level of comfort before getting into deeper subject matter, but then in the corner of my eye there it was: the impatient, heavy breather.

It shifted back and forth, from side to side as if on a listing ship. As I continued it added intermittent sighs of impatience to the shifting. Clever! Naturally, this proved effective, and I locked eyes, or attempted to lock eyes. This proved difficult as it was apparently boss-eyed, and I could not decide in that critical moment which eye to lock on. Anyway, I motioned, "I see you have something to say, so I'll be off, and thank you." On this the shifter moved in, almost pounced with no words, no acknowledgement. Hey, I can understand the impatience. It is annoying, after all, when the guy in front is droning on and you are bursting to say your piece. That said, verbal cues are appreciated and customary, at least where I come from.