Anyway...yesterday was nice. Cloudy and warm and blustery with moments of bright sunshine (today is just sunny and warm). Spooky and I had a nice walk, lunch at Fellini's in Candler Park, then caught a 4:30 matinee of Timur Bekmambetov's Nightwatch (Nochnoi Dozor) over at Tara. I've been waiting ages, it seems, to see this film, and I wasn't disappointed. This is the movie that the two Underworld films would have liked to have been. Beautiful, haunting, epic, with an unexpected sense of humour. Later, after dinner, we finally saw Walk the LIne, which also gets two thumbs up. I thought both Witherspoon and Phoenix were absolutely superb. So, yeah, I used most of my day off to indulge in movies. Oh, I also saw a fairly silly something on the National Geographic Channel about Loch Ness. I'm becoming annoyed with the endless parade of Loch Ness documentaries. At this point, there remain no significant unanswered questions about the existence of "Nessie." No evidence now exists to justify further efforts and expeditures to search the loch for extant plesiosaurs (or whatever). The "surgeon's photo" was a hoax. Dinsdale mistakenly filmed a boat. The underwater photos published in Nature in the '70s were computer-enhanced shots of the bottom of the lake and a waterlogged stump. The lake simply doesn't have the necessary biomass to support a population of large predators. End of story. Loch Ness is a truly marvelous place, but Nessie belongs to the realm of Faerie, not science.
Here are a few photos from yesterday, behind the cut. I look disturbingly buff. I don't know what's up with that:
The tulip tress have bloomed.
Yep. Disturbingly buff.
The lightning-struck tree (on the left) from my dream and its companion, and suddenly this is putting me in mind of Yeats.