Don’t talk to me about the street you live on unless it has both a fortress prison and a pirate Cap’n theme park restaurant.
In which Loggy is embalmed for viewing with polyurethane.
Another round of images from Marywood’s beautiful campus.
Not all beauty in Scranton is on the premises of Marywood: have a look!
Moved by the incredibly sad story of the American chestnut, I sought out and adopted a relic of one of those noble, dead, giants.
A sullen little mushroom is the least of the wonderful things I saw at Marywood today.
I experience elegiac emotions while falling into this picture as I view it—as the designer no doubt intended.
Marywood University never lets me down! Come for the cherubs, stay for the Japanese maples.
Marywood’s Learning Commons needs a Julius Shulman to do it justice, but it’ll have to settle for me today.
In which Loggy explores his maculate side.