Yesterday, I heard a song that was new to me: “By Degrees.”
By degrees, what might you guess that song would be about?
- Temperature (which was unseasonable warm in Boston yesterday)?
- Certificates of college education (which my 17-year-old son will probably start receiving in less than five years)?
- Small increments of measurement?
Here’s “By Degrees,” performed by its composer, Mark Erelli of Reading, Massachusetts, USA.
Aaron, my son — who is, by degrees, getting very close to 18 years old — asked me yesterday, “Do you think you’ll lose any of your readers because of your blog post tomorrow?” I said, “I don’t think so.”
Maybe I will win some and lose some, by degrees.
Here are all the pictures I took yesterday, in weather that was unseasonably warm by more than 20 degrees.
By degrees, you might be able to see that I took photos of yesterday’s march in Boston against gun violence and also of last night’s performance of the Arlington Children Theater‘s production of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest,” starring Aaron’s cousin Victoria and his great friend, Cameron (who has appeared by degrees in previous blog posts here, here, and here). If any of those photos are too small, you can increase the size of a photo by degrees with a click of your cursor.
As always, I would welcome any comments, by degrees, below.
By any degree, I am grateful to all who helped me create this post and to all who are visiting, here and now.