This is just a silly anecdote. I mean, even sillier than normal.
I found this little toy in the backyard – specifically, in the space under the raised and screened porch, alongside the lower deck. It’s not very big, essentially a keychain charm. I just don’t know exactly how it got there. Nobody here owned it, and it wasn’t there when we moved in, and doesn’t
The slow season has now gotten a firm grip, and it’s only going to go downhill from here for a couple of months – I’ll still be finding things to photograph and post about, but it’ll be a bit harder.
In the meantime, however, I’m succumbing to narcissism (ever so briefly) by featuring my fifteen seconds of fame, at least locally: I was asked in by the
This one has a bare reference to current events in the slightest way possible, because we (meaning The Girlfriend and I) were out last night to see The Psychedelic Furs play live locally at the Cat’s Cradle – happy birthday to me! (It wasn’t actually my birthday, but the band wasn’t playing here on that date – I guess they forgot.)
One of the reasons that I like 80s
Mostly, I wanted one to break up the numbered post titles, so this is a ‘Just Because’ pic, but those are numbered too, so it’s not. The ‘one’ in this title doesn’t count as a number, just a noun. Or pronoun maybe. Whatever, it doesn’t count. We’re not counting here.
We did a quick session of sunset shooting, which didn’t produce
In doing an earlier post about local arthropods, it struck me how long it can sometimes take, and this is mostly because of the research (and only partially in trying to write flowing and coherent sentences – perhaps I should be devoting more time to that.) Let’s be blunt: blogs are an exercise in thinly-disguised narcissism, or at least those like mine are.
Okay, everyone, take heed. Friday, September 15th is International Dive Into A Gas Giant Day! NASA is celebrating by sending its orbital probe Cassini down into the atmosphere of
We reside in a small housing development, nothing too crowded or active, and with this comes the peculiar concept of the listserv, the ability to e-mail everyone who has subscribed with items of (dubious) collective interest to the homeowners. Not too long back, there came a couple of accounts of cars being ‘broken into,’ only they really weren’t because the owners hadn’t
It is the last day of the month, and in the time-honored traditions of my culture (what an absolutely nonsensical phrase,) that means we need an abstract image. I am woefully unprepared, thinking a couple of days ago that I had plenty of time to work on blog stuff and somehow working on far too many other things instead. So as you ask me what this flower is (you didn’t, and
So, it was time for another mountain trip. It had been a few years since I’d been last, to the Blue Ridge area in NC, but over fifteen since I’d been to the Lake Rabun area of Georgia. This time around, I was accompanied by The Girlfriend and The Girlfriend’s Sprog, neither of which had been to Lake Rabun. We only had time for a brief trip, but it was enough time
It appears that I inadvertently deleted the e-mail this was attached to, so I’m thin on details, but I believe this is the schoolhouse that Jim’s grandfather-in-law attended. We’ll see a little more of it shortly. We’re back in Montana, by the way.
Meanwhile, I’m jealous. I would love for any of the schools that I attended to be this decrepit obviously
