Making The Best Of It

My father-in-law was in a grump yesterday. He thought they were going to discharge him and they didn't. Instead there will be tests. 

I didn't see him myself. I drove in with Ailz and Dot, assembled Ailz's disability scooter for her, then stayed behind in the car, reading a book.  It was a sunny day. Earlier I'd been sitting out in the back yard.

I'm reading Mary Wesley. Ailz put me onto her. I'm full of admiration for a novelist who only started writing at an age when most novelists are either dead or winding down into senescence, but I'm not sure I'm going to be able to stomach her cast of toffs and philistines- even if she is sending them up. 

Alexander Petrosyan

Alexander Petrosyan is a Russian photojournalist working out of St. Petersburg. I've been following him at petrosphotos for years.  His latest post shows police breaking up (what I assume is) an anti-Putin demonstration. He gets right into the middle of the action- and still manages to produce wonderfully composed, perfectly judged images.  I really don't know how he does it.