Vermont is growing on me, like a fungus.  Maybe some kind of a pine tree based fungus.

It seems like a place full of quirks.  Like this example.  I mean I guess when one part of the house starts falling down, you don’t really bother to pick it up:

Anyone want some barbecue?:

Slopes edition again, but oh my do I have an image to present to my blog reading public.  First the image and then some details about it:

Sorry, just a prelude of what is to come.  Prepare yourself for:

The Bird Man of Killington.  Now let’s get to the details:

1. This is a real sheep skin fashioned into a coat by the Bird Man of Killington.

2. He did not, in the words of Michael Kors, “reconnoiter” a bath mat.

3. He skis in the this.

4. He suggested others ski in similar, homemade outfits.

See, here he is on the lift getting ready to ski wearing this magnificent outfit:

In terms of fashion, usually Wachusett provides the best fodder for this blog.  But this may just be the best example of slope fashion I have ever seen.  

I saw this woman and her pug and immediately thought I had to capture exactly how tiny this dog was.  I wasn’t sure if I could capture that, but then I was also able to capture how the red the hair of the pug’s owner was, so that was a little bonus:

Well, this bulldog isn’t exactly a wild animal.  I spotted him in front of the Macy’s a couple of days ago wearing, as you do as a bulldog, a Patriots jersey.  The dog’s owner has gone into the Macy’s to buy something and came back to her dog being surrounded by a rather large crowd.  Truman, the dog, was nice enough to pose for pictures and sign autographs.  No, I’m totally kidding about the autographs.  He doesn’t have thumbs (yet).  And when the dog revolution comes….

Well, dogs will have thumbs, for once.  And probably sitting around playing pool all day.

Meet Truman, the bulldog:

And the aforementioned interaction with the wild animals:

OK, so first a story.  Growing up my parents would watch a lot of French and Italian movies.  The French movies were always dark and contemplative and really boring for a ten year old.  Although I always thought their apartments were really cool and I wanted to live like that.

But the Italian movies were really different.  The characters were lively and interesting and places in Italy always looked amazing.  Sometimes they were comedies, sometimes tragic comedies (like Divorce Italian Style) and other times just dramas.  But at some point during the movie, no matter what, a character visits a church.  It has to happen.  It is standard.

When I took these photos in a North End Catholic church I thought of those types of scenes:

Food is fun.  Food is fattening.  Food is FABULOUS:

Today I photographed an Italian man in Boston’s little Italy carrying some loaves of Italian bread.  Only if I took this photo in Italy would this entry get more Italian.

He did not immediately go to Malta after our meeting.

But he was very nice to let an excited total stranger take his photo.  Here’s to you Italian man in the North End:

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