Boy, I’m late! To all those readers who came here seeking the end-of-month abstract to view over their morning coffee or first dump, I apologize. It remains a crazy time here, and again, more will be revealed later on.
So we’ll have four, count ’em, four abstracts. It probably would be better if we went with just one good abstract, but I think we’ve determined
I mean, not terribly high, but these were from yesterday’s outing, which was far quieter than it should have been.
Going along the edge of New Hope Creek in Duke Forest yesterday, we heard a plop! not far away, which I took to be a turtle abandoning its basking spot on a log at our approach. Moments later, there was a PLOP! from the same direction, telling us that another
Nobody skedaddles anymore, do they? It’s becoming a lost art. Maybe I’ll start a school…
But it’s the end of the month, and you know what that means. No, not fresh underwear day – it’s the end of the month abstract, begun through a trivial coincidence and continued through sheer lack of originality and good sense. Today we have…
… to
As you might guess from a title like that, we’re not going to be seeing puppies and ducklings in this post. The tags would give more than a clue, but they’re perversely at the bottom, so you’d have to scroll past all the images to find out what you’re trying to avoid.
On a photo outing just over a week ago, the conditions had been kinda meh and we (meaning the
I am making progress on various projects, which is good, but it means posting is slow, and since you’re reading this I can apologize to you. Some of these projects should produce things of potential interest a little later on, so there’s also that, right?
Anyway, I got out yesterday with the extraordinary Al Bugg to check