I attended the end of the Geohazards' Conference this morning. At least the lectures were more relevant to what I will be doing in the future. And, on my way home I took this photo on the University at Buffalo North Campus:
The pond is still frozen over, but there is a promise of Spring in the yellowing branches that will soon sprout out with leaves. Since I really don't have a lot to write about, I thought I would share one of my favourite poems by e.e. cummings: "Sweet spring is your"
"sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love" (all the merry little birds are flying in the floating in the very spirits singing in are winging in the blossoming) lovers go and lovers come awandering awondering but any two are perfectly alone there's nobody else alive (such a sky and such a sun i never knew and neither did you and everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of yes) not a tree can count his leaves each herself by opening but shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing (secretly adoring shyly tiny winging darting floating merry in the blossoming always joyful selves are singing) "sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love"
Tomorrow there isn't a lot to do other than my meeting for EMS in the morning. We'll see if anything else develops during the day... until then!
12,368 seals killed so far