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Thinking about Iraq II

Sunday, November 5th, 2006

I’ve written the second portion of this essay at speed, recovering from being in jail with Borat. If any regular readers of this blog feel I’m unfairly characterizing their views, please comment patiently and shoot me an email. I do use some sarcasm here; none is intended against readers. Again, my purpose is to try and outline why I’m so #$)*#$ annoyed by the New York Times and to outline my thoughts on the matter, not to state an iron-clad argument.

Also, I believe we (Western, nominally Christian civilisation) are in a fight for our survival. I therefore feel strongly about the situation. You may well feel differently; fair enough. Please understand where I’m coming from though.

In the first part of this essay, I talked about my framework of thinking concerning the conflict in Iraq. I analyzed some good reasons for being against the war. My purpose wasn’t to argue the merits of the war; simply to point out that I — a supporter of the war — saw some good reasons to be against it.

Here, I’m going to talk about some bad reasons to be against the war.

A number of members of the Democratic party are guilty of this, as is the New York Times.

“I voted for the 87 billion before I voted against it”.

Poor, tin-eared, tone-deaf John Kerry. Yes, what he meant had some nuance, but, frankly, not very much. He was rightly eviscerated for this statement, and he’s never made much of a comeback.

Most Democrats and Republicans believed — throughout the 1990’s and early 21st Century — that Saddam Hussein was a danger.

The idea of ‘flip-flopping’ against the war because it wasn’t going very well is… well… unimpressive.

I detest Hillary Rodham-Clinton. But I admire and respect her intellectual consistency on the matter. In an almost steely fashion, she’s staked out some pretty bizarre ground.

Nonsense about Geneva conventions? Well, the US can abide by the conventions and torture all it wants. (which, I think, would be evil.) The Taliban and Iraqi insurgents aren’t signatories to the conventions and — guess what — they don’t abide by them! The beheadings kind of gave that away. The degree of ignorance and malice used by those who’d argue otherwise is stupendous.

In fact, I think we should abide by the conventions and refrain from torture. Yes, I think we should treat prisoners decently, but that’s utterly orthogonal to the Geneva Conventions. For centuries, both America and the Anglosphere have abided by a series of rules, written and unwritten, for the treatment of prisoners. Few other nations on earth have done so much, and no insurgent groups (to my knowledge) have even come close.

Bush lied about WMD’s? Man, the people who spout this are pretty thick. Or else they believe Bush is really a thickie. Or both. We know George Tenent (a Clinton appointee) walked into Bush’s office and said “Yes, Mr. President, the case for WMD’s in Iraq is a slam dunk”.

The Downing Street Memos are oft cited by people who don’t seem very bright — or literate.
Any reason for being against the war that’s lawyerish (in the sense of optimal decision making; not in a legal sense), irrational, or intellectually inconsistent … well, I don’t have a whole lot of respect for those reasons. They’re people trying to change horses midstream or just being plain looney. You can see a ton of good reasons to be against the war here.

Saddam had no WMD’s he was no danger. That’s the big argument. It’s false (he had some old WMD’s and he had a bunch of WMD programs on hot standby).
So. We come up against the New York Times, which has admitted it was probably wrong to reveal the SWIFT financial transactions. Of course they bury this under a discussion of their new Perfume Critic. No, I’m not making this up. Read the link. Good Lord.

They #$)*#$)ing come near treason — in the eyes of some — and pump out a mea culpa underneath comments on their perfume critic.

Yeah.

Borat should have worked for the New York Times.

Here’s the latest “November Surprise” from the Times and the article that made me write all this stuff.

Last March, the federal government set up a Web site to make public a vast archive of Iraqi documents captured during the war. The Bush administration did so under pressure from Congressional Republicans who had said they hoped to “leverage the Internet� to find new evidence of the prewar dangers posed by Saddam Hussein.

But in recent weeks, the site has posted some documents that weapons experts say are a danger themselves: detailed accounts of Iraq’s secret nuclear research before the 1991 Persian Gulf war. The documents, the experts say, constitute a basic guide to building an atom bomb.

Hmm… But Iraq was safe, wasn’t it? No real threat? That’s the argument that many anti-war people have made…

Among the dozens of documents in English were Iraqi reports written in the 1990s and in 2002 for United Nations inspectors in charge of making sure Iraq had abandoned its unconventional arms programs after the Persian Gulf war. Experts say that at the time, Mr. Hussein’s scientists were on the verge of building an atom bomb, as little as a year away.

This is dreadful writing and sloppy thinking. Yet nevertheless, the New York Times appears to be asserting that just before the war, Iraq was a year away from producing a nuclear weapon.

Good Lord. These people aren’t maintaining configuration control over their lies!

Oh, it gets better.

A senior American intelligence official who deals routinely with atomic issues said the documents showed “where the Iraqis failed and how to get around the failures.� The documents, he added, could perhaps help Iran or other nations making a serious effort to develop nuclear arm

OK. We have to believe that Iraq was no danger… yet a document we obtained on their nuclear progress — that showed them to be within a year of a nuclear bomb! — is so bad that it can help Iran get a nuclear weapon faster.

And, yes, Bush is evil, stupid and bad, because he allowed these documents to be posted.

Keep things secret, it’s a war for oil and Haliburton. Let them be published, and you’re helping out Iran. Yeah.

There are a lot of bad things, and a lot of honorable reasons to be against the war. The New York Times, in my view, has crossed over to the other side.

To their eternal shame, some Democrats seem eager to join them. And this in a year when the Republicans have worked very hard to demonstrate they are manifestly undeserving of being reelected.
-wolfe

Monday Movies- Borat.

Sunday, November 5th, 2006

Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan

So we have Sunday Sonnets — working on finishing the first, the rest will be single posts, for I’ve learned; Friday Boobies, Saturday Songs, and, now, Monday Movies — reviews.

Thanks to those who sent Lawyers Guns and Money, and enabled my release. You know who you are. I’ll have to be careful partying with my old chum Borat in the future.

This film is emphatically not for children. Not at all. Features brief male nudity, disturbing scenes, and very disturbing dialog.
Whether it’s letting loose live chickens in a New York Subway, trying to kiss men from Brooklyn, or confusing the elevator in his hotel for his room, Sacha Baron Cohen’s bizarre blend of ignorance, naivete, anti-semitism, misogyny, and prejudice are powerful — and powerfully, though cringingly comic — tools in his journey across America.

A sample, as he interviews feminists in New York:

Borat: “In Khazakstan, is illegal for more than 5 women to be in same place except for brothel… So what it means, this feminism?”

Woman: It’s the theory that women should be equal to men [wild laughter from Borat] in matters social… You are laughing, that is a problem.

Borat: Do you think a woman should be educate?

Woman: Definitely.

Borat: But is it not a problem that women have smaller brain than man?

Woman: nearly speechless with anger

Borat: Give me a smile baby, it better for your face.

Woman, manfully summoning up patience: Well what you are saying is very demeaning…[continues]

Borat: (v/o, narrating) “I could not concentrate on what this old man was saying”.

There’s a magnificent bookend to this as he travels across Texas with a group of… I hate to say it, but well, rednecks (NB- I use the term with caution; I think careless use of it is racist). A group of good ‘ol boys who chat with Borat as follows:

Good ol’ Boy: You like the b—-s out there in the f—in old Russia there? … F— the S— out of them! The hos… you never call them again!

Borat: Why you don’t call them, because they don’t have telephone yes?

Man: No because they don’t have respect.

Horrible. Terrible. Sad, yet true.

And the scumbags talk about how minorities have more power, Jews have too much power, and they talk about slavery… “we wish — big shame”.

Jesus wept.
I’ve a lot of contempt for the kind of race-baiting that a few Democrats engage in. I despise the bigotry of some on the left.

Yet a bunch of these guys are conservatives. Disgusting. Contemptible. Repulsive. I laugh at their antics, but I’m not happy.
Stitched together from hours of outtakes of Americans reacting to Borat, combined with scripted scenes (with an added character; his producer) and a narrative voice-over that describes the loose plot of Borat’s journey to find Pamela Lee Anderson of Baywatch fame, it works incredibly well. It’s one of the most successful adaptations of a TV comic character to the big screen in decades. The Ali G movie was crap; this isn’t.

However deft the stylings of Baron Cohen [he does not hyphenate his surname, unlike his second cousin, Trinity college fellow Simon Baron-Cohen, professor of psychopathology at Cambridge, and author of some renowned works on autism, including some fascinating studies of gender and autism], one certainly winces at times. It’s emphatically not a film for children.

If you’re a small-screen fan of Borat, this is probably worth seeing in the theatre with friends. If you’re not, but enjoy South Park and the like, this is worth a look. If you’re neither, but have a good sense of humor, it’s probably worth renting down the road, if you’re planning on consuming some alcohol.

Rating:
8/10.

-wolfe

Jage Smash!

Saturday, November 4th, 2006

Hellos!

I Borat Sagdiyev, am visiting Friend Wolfe! He and I see movie and then maybe sexcrimes! We have funs!

He give me blog tonight for to make glorious cultural learnings of Khazakstan. I answer questions toonights while he drinks and sexycrimes!

Jage Smash!

P.S.

What is “Bail”?

Borat!

Saturday Songs 1

Saturday, November 4th, 2006

Mild language advisory.

Lawyers, Guns and Money:
As aficionados of the blog have perhaps noted, I’ve been wont to quote some song lyrics here and there. I’m pretty plebian [that's not a word? It should be!] in my tastes; I like some crappy pop/country.

I’m thinking of another feature — Monday Manly Men. (Wednesday Womanly Women?). And Warren Zevon might be a feature there.

Like most men he ignored pain until he was forced to face it, and recognize he was dying from asbestos-induced cancer. 20 Years without a doctor’s visit. Manly. Perhaps stupid, and terribly sad, but manly.

So this song, which is most American. Z, you might like it. The late Warren Zevon’s Lawyers, Guns and Money. Dunno:

I went home with the waitress
The way I always do
How was I to know
She was with the Russians, too

I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this, ha

I'm the innocent bystander
But somehow I got stuck
Between a rock and a hard place
And I'm down on my luck
Yes, I'm down on my luck
Well, I'm down on my luck

Now I'm hiding in Honduras
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money
The shit has hit the fan

It’s a love/hate relationship with those lines. “I went home with the waitress”. Note: he’s specifying a definite article. Quite interesting. Implication that it’s not some random bimbo. The betrayal of “with the Russians” speaks more strongly.

Yet “too”?

Obviously, it’s a tone poem as we see when we move into “Gambling in Havana” — something Americans haven’t done since the 1950’s — or 60’s if you’re a Kennedy.

It’s obviously a statement about America. And a powerful one that resonated, unintentionally, into the 1980’s.

Lawyers Guns and Money. Yeah.

Good song. Says a lot.

-wolfe

Sunday Sonnets 1c

Saturday, November 4th, 2006

This episode is somewhat poorly written. Apologies. It’s more a stream of consciousness than a clean narrative. I’m dumping a thousand words (the hunting story) because they don’t fit. Maybe I’ll give you a picture.

And so my tale continues.

So, I’m a young lad with my Honda, I’m not sure whether to pursue graduate studies — I know I can earn far, far more by avoiding all this. I am heading out west on the highway for the sea, for mountains, and for a trusted advisor.

The hunting portion of the tale? It doesn’t fit. I’m sorry. I know I noted it as what was next, but… to me, when I read the totality of what I’m trying to convey, it just doesn’t fit.

As the late Johnnie Cochrane infamously said of OJ Simpson, “If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit”.

So I rode the road.

I shot a great deal.

I should scan those pictures in some day.

I left my rifle with a trusted friend before crossing into Canada. I was licensed, but I knew my Uncle’s new wife would be upset if I turned up with a gun. She was solidly and stolidly hard-left Canadian, as was her predecessor.

I was named for my uncle. On his side of the family he was the first ever to do a PhD. He was brilliant, clever, witty, and had a nice goatee. I could master at least one of those four attributes.
And it was to him that I was journeying to see.

He was a lot like me. We were both quiet, intelligent people that tried to avoid controversy but then, once engaged, gripped it by its throat and throttled it.

I’d never had a brother. My Dad had frequently been overseas when I was a young lad. My uncle had been the closest male relative. I admired him greatly, disagreed with him on some things, and, above all, respected him and his advice and wisdom.

And I was his namesake.

He’d been recently divorced — ostracized by the family, most hurtfully by his father, and I was journeying west on a family mission to speak to him, assess the situation — for good or ill, my family respected me as a neutral diplomat — and talk.

But of course, I was also journeying for selfish reasons. I was deeply uncertain of my own immediate future. I was coming to hate the political correctness and stifling embrace of academia.

I needed advice.

So I headed across the border to Saskatchewan. Showed my US passport and Canadian drivers license. You’d think additional credentials would have helped. Not so. Confusion to bureaucrats.

And this was pre-9/11.

I made it across. Edmonton was under 14 hours. I could make it if I rode into the night. Did I want to?

I gazed down at the speedometer. Glanced at the mirrors. Thought about all that was behind me.

I made my decision and cruised on into the night.

Damn. I needed to brush my teeth.

-wolfe

Thinking about Iraq I

Friday, November 3rd, 2006

The purpose of this essay is not to spark a debate about the morality, propriety, or even common sense of the Iraq War. Rather, it’s to swiftly outline a portion of my framework of thought on the subject, and examine some things that trouble me about some of its opponents. For the record, I have no sense that those who post here make any of the errors I shall examine in part II. Quite the reverse.

Wherein wolfe talks about some good reasons to oppose the war, in his view:
One of the things that troubles me about much of the publicized antiwar left is its sheer intellectual incoherence, and, in cases, vitriol and disingenuousness. Some of the antiwar far-right shares those aspects, notably vitriol.

There are certainly many generally rational (or at least intellectually consistent) reasons to be against the Iraq war.

One could be a pacifist. I’d personally respectfully disagree, but it’s a morally and intellectually consistent position, provided, of course, that one is against wars that begin under Democratic Presidents as well as Republican ones. (The War of Independence, War of 1812, The Mexican War, The Civil War, Spanish-American War, more fighting with Mexico, World War 1, Intervention in Haiti, World War 2, Korea, Vietnam, Grenada, Panama, Gulf War I, Bosnia, Afghanistan — all of these were presumably wrong to a pacifist).

I think they’re dead wrong, but I admit they see a better world than I do, and virtually every genuine pacifist I’ve met has had an admirable degree of integrity, intelligence, and personal moral responsibility.

Faux-pacifists who think bombing Bosnia’s hospitals is wonderful, but Iraq is wrong? Sorry, no.

One could believe that preemptive war is wrong — that many of the wars listed above were right, that Afghanistan was right, but that Iraq was wrong. Fair enough. (Bosnia would also have been wrong — arguing that humans rights grounds supported intervening preemptively would also support such intervention in Iraq). I am troubled by the fact that most of those up in arms over the Iraq War on a preemptive basis never said ‘boo’ about Bosnia.

Notable exception: Paleo-conservatives such as Pat Buchanan. I don’t remotely agree with the Paleos, and I find them forming some pretty disturbing alliances with the anti-semitic far left, but it’s at least an intellectually consistent position.

One also would have had to oppose the Clinton-era “Iraq Liberation Act“. Again, few of those now protesting did so.

One could be opposed to the war on the grounds that foreign ‘adventures’ are a bad thing and dangerous to the Republic. This is generally a conservative and isolationist criticism, but it would certainly be possible for a leftist to hold to it as well. Again, you’d have to be against most of the wars over the last century. This is pretty much the Jerry Pournelle school of thought.

One could be against the war on utilitarian grounds: that fewer people were dying under Saddam than are dying now — especially fewer Americans. A weak argument, given that jihadi activity didn’t start in 2003, and while Iraq has proven a flashpoint — or flypaper for terrorists — many jihadis would still be cheerfully looking for their virgins, simply elsewhere. Still, it’s an argument one can make.

One could be against the war – and this, frankly, is more or less my concern and objection — based on the grounds that its objectives do not seem realizable in the real world. Instilling democracy in a tribalistic country that’s only known various forms of dictatorship is not an easy thing.

The Anglosphere took roughly a thousand years to go from the Magna Carta to our present state of democracy. England, Scotland, Wales, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and the US all benefit from the ‘golden thread’ of liberty that runs through a shared common law and common constitutional heritage — something the Founders noted in the 9th and 10th Amendments, and noted explicitly elsewhere throughout the constitution (e.g. Habeas Corpus).

It’s a staggering degree of arrogance to think that we can help accelerate Iraq through a thousand years of progress in two or three years. It’s a process that will take generations.

I was for the war, reluctantly, for many reasons. But if the objective was to instill democracy in a few years, then Bush and his advisers were out to lunch. (I discount the idea that they were lying to the American people about the commitment that would be required; it doesn’t readily pass Occam’s razor for me. If someone’s going to argue that Bush lied about something, though, this would seem the most powerful argument: that the American people were deceived as to the length of commitment that would be required to accomplish one of the key stated objectives).

It’s worth noting we’ve been in a ‘quagmire’ (as the New York Times is wont to say) in Germany, Japan, and Korea for over 50 years now, and Bosnia for a decade.

One can be unhappy about the war and possibly opposed to it on the grounds that it’s been mismanaged. This is debatable; certainly aspects have been horribly mismanaged. But a great deal of the criticism comes from the hindsight brigade which seeks to apply legalistic reasoning to every error.

In an engineering (and rational) sense, one is always concerned about optimal decision making — the most correct decision in a situation, based upon the knowledge at the time.

This may be a wrong decision, in hindsight, but that simply wasn’t knowable at the time. The question is not so much “why were we wrong”, but “Could we have done better, based upon what we knew, and could we improve our information gathering and use of information so as to do better next time”?

Lawyers, of course, love attacking this. It can lead to some nice malpractice judgments against people who simply were using the best tools and knowledge available at the time.

One could be against this war because some of the intelligence seems faulty. There were few WMD’s discovered — none, other than ~500 aging gas shells, and no significant signs of large-scale reconstituted WMD programs. Sure, there were nuclear centrifuges buried under rosebushes and the like. While it remains possible that WMD’s were shipped out of the country to Syria, even if this were true it would simply mean that the invasion had been a failure in a different sense.

The problem with this argument is that it comes back to the idea of what was known at the time. We knew of contacts between Saddam and al-Qaeda (though no coordination), and we knew Saddam was a sponsor of terrorism in the mid-east, an attempt to assassinate a US President, and was probably linked to the first WTC bombing.

There certainly were people who stated there were few WMD’s and that a war wasn’t worth it. I disagreed with them at the time, and, on the basis of the last half, I still do. I have to admit though, that those people — unlike the like of John Kerry — have an admirable consistency and can certainly claim a logical and coherent argument.
One can be against the war because of the prospect — or actuality — of personal suffering. The loss of a family member. This is tragic, and difficult to argue, but it’s an orthogonal argument to the virtue (or lack thereof) of the war. Moreover, to reverse the argument, we don’t let the parents of children slaughtered on 9/11 make our country’s policies either, or we might well have nuked Afghanistan from orbit, judging by much of what I read on 9/12.

There are a host of other reasons, good, honorable and consistent, for being against the war. I shan’t examine them here, for my purpose is merely to outline my framework of thinking about the issue.

And then there are the bad reasons to be against the war. The illogical and inconsistent reasons.

That’s the next part. And anyone who read the New York Times today can probably figure out where this is headed.

Respectfully submitted for your consideration,
-wolfe

Link of the day

Thursday, November 2nd, 2006

Just when I began to wonder if MABTW had descended into nothing but flaming over gun control/religion/women and all the good writers (save Dick) had left, I came across Diesel.

Total absolute nonsense, but gloriously so:

The idea was to come up with a story that explained the nickname yet was so absurd and out of character for me that there’s absolutely no way anyone would ever believe it. But, as generally happens, I completely lost control over the direction of the post about a sentence and a half in, and the result is something like an abbreviated version of Cool Hand Luke as imagined by Quentin Tarantino.

(Language, content advisory).

[I] planted that red hot tip on my chest, right between the D and the E. When I had torched a real purdy letter I, I took a nice long drag and said, “I before E, shitheads.”

Well, I don’t have to explain why I like that. The contrast between a semi-illiterate gang-banger and someone reciting spelling rules… Oh wait, I did explain it. My bad.

It’s a new blog, and he’s clearly going to significant efforts to promote it (unlike my laziness/unwillingness to do so). He’s probably worth reading.

Check him out, content advisory, etc.  Do note that the post I linked is uncharacteristic, though a good example of his writing.
-wolfe

Sunday Sonnets 1b

Wednesday, November 1st, 2006

The next part is written, but shall be only posted after there are two comments to this post from two different people other than myself.

So where were we? Ah yes. I had a crise de conscience… I was unsure what I was doing, so I decided to head out on the highway.

We know the middle of this tale; I’ve given it away:

The moment I was out of sight of the crowd I’d read it in front of, I’d thrown the Oxford Book of English Verse — a wonderful book — in a garbage can. Suffice to say, I had some feelings about this poem, or, rather, what it represented.

I’ve never done that before or since. It’s a highly irrational thing to do.

So, I’m a young lad with my Honda, I’m not sure whether to pursue graduate studies — I know I can earn far, far more by avoiding all this. I am heading out on the highway for the sea, for mountains, and for a trusted advisor.

I’d arranged it with my company. 3 weeks of freedom. I’d arranged it with my graduate advisor. An entire month.

Off I go. From exactly where, I shan’t say. Suffice to say, in a triangle formed by North Carolina, Newfoundland, and Manitoba was the university in question. Somewhere in the North East.

It’s strange, hard, harsh and lonely riding across a continent. Sleep (or the lack thereof) can catch up with you. You start to see things that aren’t — quite — there. For me it’s always been the color blue. When I start to become excessively fatigued, the color blue floods my perceptions. First on the edges, then increasingly overwhelming.

So I make my first stop. 11pm. I’ve been riding since 4am. I head into the hotel; I’ve booked my reservations.

“Sorry” she says, almost robotically. “We had a UFO convention come in”.

“But I’ve a reservation… you charged my credit card”

“Oh… tee-hee. We refunded it.”.

I blink. And in doing so, I realize I lose.

I end up elsewhere.

It’s a lumberyard. Next to some godawful biker bar pounding urban white-trash heavy metal. And yes, for my sins, there’s a church opposite and a police station on the other side.

Sure enough, I’m rousted around 1 am. I stagger up, squint into the light at the badges, yep, they seem cops. I show my ID, and stay well, well away from my very obvious rifle. After checking me out on their computer the cops obviously relax. We chat a bit. It becomes very clear this isn’t a good place to be.

The bikers aren’t nice.

Well, I’ve had 90 minutes of sleep. What the heck. I’m in my 20’s, what can possibly go wrong? I head out on the highway, looking for adventure.

Dawn breaks.

And I see Lake Superior.

Lord, that is beautiful.

They say the warbrides came over… were put on a train in Halifax, in Boston… and headed west. They’d wake each other up to say “look! the Great Lakes!”. Of course, the great lakes would still be, much to their stupefaction, present after 18 hours.

But it’s beautiful. The green cascades down the rough Canadian Shield. (I’m still on the US side, but it’s a similar geographic phenomenon). The glint of gold on the blue waters. The smell. Peace. Nothing. Everything. Life.

God that’s good.

Here’s where every woman reading this will hate me. No, you will, I bet.

I remembered my hunting license. I knew I’d a friend from university with a couple of young ones. By GPS he was only 20 miles out. He could use the meat.

Part III to follow. (Don’t worry, hunting’s not a big part of this, and I’m inclined to skip it entirely since I’m concerned it will offend people).

-wolfe

Manly Ferry

Wednesday, November 1st, 2006

An irregular feature where I’ll post photos; many involving, well, water, mountains and other things I like. Maybe boobies sometime! In some cases (such as this) I’ll have arranged for special permission from the photographer to post them, and in those cases my comments will be more critical (though positively so, I trust).

Unless indicated otherwise, the photos will be unedited (except possibly for cropping/recompression), and unphotoshopped to the best of my knowledge.

Manly Ferry
Photocredit: wolfe’s Musings, Photographer: Female.

What an interesting job framing — and a tough one. You’re dealing with sailboats which can jibe and turn on the twist of the wind — even in some harbors — and a relatively fast moving ferry. The shot itself is almost certainly from another boat, probably under windpower.

One can criticize the photographer for not framing the hulls — that would have been ideal — but how difficult to set up such a shot even if you have a budget of $50,000.00.

Framing the sails and superstructures is the next best thing, and very nicely done indeed. Excellent timing.

Look at the grey-pink of the sky, echoed in the red California/Spanish style almost terra-cotta color of the roofs. Faint echoes occur in the center-right apartment building, and the upper-deck trim of the ferry.

The variegated sail colors, both left and right indicate these are boats that sail, not merely rich men’s toys. They in turn echo the subtle colors of the unconstant sky.

The water? Good photography (and eye) to get that color with minimal assistance from the sun. Reminiscent of the North and South Pacific, as well as the Central Atlantic. Not, to be sure, as spectacular as the cyan/green waters of the Carribean Sea, but spectacular in its way.

There’s an entire essay to be read on the veritable detritus of development that cascades down the green, yet water-starved hills that form the backdrop. Nothing against people who like to live on the water; I’m one. But, our footprint often doesn’t look that great.

It’s not a spectacular photo to be sure; and Female notes that it’s one of her least favorite. But I like it for the reasons given above… and how can one beat the title “Manly Ferry”?

Thanks to Female for submitting this (and other) photos, a good number of which shall see the light in future wolfe-blogs.

Got a photo you like? Send it on in.

-wolfe