I woke up in the middle of the night to find the bedroom suffused with a beautiful, rosy pink light. Was there a fire outside or what? Then the light began to flicker and I woke up again and the light was gone.
The military-industrial complex has been itching to poke its big stick into the anthill of the Syrian war and the sarin gas attack- which may or may not have been Assad's responsibility- gave it the excuse it had been looking for. Cue the launch of 59 tomahawk cruise missiles at the cost of $832,000 a bang. Any given president is only ever a front for the arms manufacturers and Clinton would have done the same or similar, but might have voiced her moral outrage with less glutinous hypocrisy than Trump did in his "beautiful dead babies" speech.
The first comers of spring are dying back. Thought I'd take some pictures before they all disappear.