Abigail Pound Ridge Whore ❤️

About New York City

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

Background

Life cycle of Parnassius smintheus at Jumpingpound Ridge, Alberta, Canada, showing the phenology of emergence, timing of population estimation for years t (N t).

Neighborhoods here, they got flavor. West Pound, East Pound – each with tiny cafes and art corners. My fav spot? The obscure little Zen Hut on Maple Ln. It’s hard to miss if you see a huge incense stick. Smells like chill vibes IRL. That place gives me major "disrupt the calm" feels.

Black Bear Rips Apart Bird Feeder In Pound Ridge Couple's Backyard