While Trillian was working on the Top Secret, I sought out the grave of one of my heros, Arctic explorer Elisha Kent Kane who's book Arctic Explorations: The Search for Sir John Franklin is one of the most gripping things I've read. With bad maps and lots of shuttling back and forth I found his mausoleum on a cliff face surrounded by marble pylons and iron bars. I plopped down in the shade and started reading Jay Lake's book The Specific Gravity of Grief which has been taunting me on the to be read shelf for months now. I had a lovely few hours in seclusion far from people feeling a bit like I did in the summers between school when I was a kid, all responsibilities and New Projects for which I would be Responsible flown from my mind. Soon enough Trillian found me and said that Secret Things were Taken Care of and we could go.
As we left I took this photo of fall leaves clustered on the stairs leading to Kane's tomb with a Panasonic GF1. It seemed less Goth Dramatic than trying to photograph his grave and not doing a good job.
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Welcome home from the Arctic, Dr. Kane. I hope Maggie was able to find you.
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