Oops, I’m one behind on my ‘daily’ posts, or at least one for every day of the month should correct that soon enough. In the meantime, various things are progressing – some usefully, some not so.
For instance, the car is back together and on the road, one of those deals where the work that needed to be done would normally be mildly involved, but due to an incredibly bad design,
While countless devotees try to establish proof of a loving god, we have effortlessly proven just the opposite, because these posts are still here, week after week, despite fervent pleas for them to mercifully cease. Check and mate.
This week we have தஸரத, who imagines himself quite the raconteur because of the gales of laughter that accompany
Yes, I know we’ve had quite enough of the green treefrogs for a while, the rest of the year probably, but listen: It’s hot as hell, even when it’s raining, I’m a little under the weather (The name’s Stool – Lou Stool,) and overall it’s not worth trying to chase subjects elsewhere. Even the night sky is near-overcast
Oh my gosh, I almost let this one slip by! Today (the first Monday after a Friday the 13th that falls in a very hot non-leap-year) is Find the Flounder Day – I nearly forgot, and you all know the routine if someone forgets Find the Flounder Day. Many people celebrate the holiday by hiding a flounder around their home or workplace, which would mean that I’d have to invite
About to do some work on the car yesterday, opened the hood and zoom! this little guy leapt away and scurried up the drainpipe a short ways, then stopped. As I leaned in with the camera, it regarded me suspiciously but never moved, and remained there for no small length of time while I worked on the car, intermittently visible not two meters away through the gap behind
Doing a little recordkeeping last night, I found that I already have 190 posts for the year, not counting this one, while last year’s total number of posts was 233, a personal record (the dumbest kind of record.) That means, in order to beat this number, I’d have to post at least 44 more times, or eleven posts per month. Given that I’m still doing the Profiles
Yes, it’s been seven days. No, we haven’t been playing with the calendar or the clocks. No, we cannot skip a week for good behavior.
This week’s featured model is Ada Mae Luella, which everyone agrees has to be a southern name, because southerners like to hear themselves talk that’s why, “damn,” can actually be three syllables. We’re
That’s what I’ve been trying to accomplish: convenience. I mean sure, it’s great to see all sorts of exotic critters by getting abused by the airlines, staying in crappy accommodations, and spending large amounts of money, but there’s a lot to be said about stepping barely outside your doors to find subjects to photograph. Granted, they’re mostly all
I’ve already done posts on the birds seen during the New York trips, both the raptors and the non-raptors, but didn’t go through the photos thoroughly enough, because there were several more that I intended to feature, so we’re now getting to that (with a couple of other subjects thrown in as a bonus to you, the 10th visitor to this blog.) Above, one of a quartet
I’ve got a longer post, the last tattered remnants of the trip to, you know, the state and not the city, but that’ll take some writing, and I’ve had these images sitting in the folder for a little while now, so you get this quickie.
I went over to the pond, oh, eight days ago now, since the sunset looked a little promising. As usual, that promise was broken and