Avid cyclist and reader, Jonathan is no longer having adventures in his secret city. Instead he is spending the first couple weeks of his paid vacation back home in his native archipelago, New York City, with his girlfriend and three cats. Current distractions include listening to The Selecter, Trost, and Louis Jordan, among others.
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I got up at six, the usual time, and snapped this panorama on the way
out of the refectory after breakfast, around seven-ten. Back then, the
air was fresh and clean and almost sweet-smelling, but between eight
and ten, the dust started blowing again, worse at moments than
yesterday's storm.
It's not a doozy of a dust storm today, just a little one, the kind of
atmospheric event that makes folks wearing facemasks look kind of
foolish. The wind was coming from the south in the morning but over
lunch switched to the north. Boreas, my antagonist! You're back, and
bearing grit and sand!
The first two pictures are of the lightposts outside the tent area.
Careful comparison will show you that it's getting worse out. The next
four pictures are more Secret City scenery in the midst of the
mini-maelstrom: the back of the tent, the road down to the lake, the
main drag (and my way back from the old office), and a pyramid on the
corner of 5th and F.
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I like those rays of dust that emanate from the sun in the first picture.
Best thing about the sunsets down here is that they are so
complicated, with all kinds of different colors and cloud formations.
The second picture I took about 10 minutes after the first.
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