


Après moi le déluge. Or just a light mist.
The ramblings, rants and random things that I find interesting.
A couple of weekends ago, I went to the Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park to capture the cherry blossoms and other blooms on silicon for those unfortunate persons who do not live in a warm climate.

That Louis Quinze (XV) was such a cut up. After taxing the peasants into near- starvation, he reportedly said, "Après moi, le déluge."
"After me, the floods." As in Noah-sized proportions. Louis thought big, at least of himself.
Louis, stop with the pretty words already! You're killing us. No, really, you are.
My ego is of more modest proportion. Thus, "Après moi, le déluge. Or just a light mist."
Because, sometimes, it is just nice to know that after you're gone, you'll be mist.