I have a small collection of photos taken last night that I need to put up, and they were bumping four others from a few nights ago, but they all got kicked out of line by what I took this morning. These are the privileged piccies, the ones too good to wait in line. Yes, I’m terribly classist about my photos…
I was just setting up to reshoot an illustrative image for tomorrow’s
If you’re like me, even as often as I do it I still picture something like Elmer Fudd when I hear this word, or someone creeping up with a detached bush as camouflage while pizzicato strings play with their footsteps (I think that’s the term, but I’m not a music person.) This is misleading, even in the circumstances when it’s not entirely inaccurate, and
Is this going to go on all spring? Well, so be it – I can cope.
Glanced out the kitchen window while making lunch and saw a bold splash of white where there had been none before. The view of this particular spot on the edge of The Bay wasn’t good from that angle, nor from the back deck, so I slipped out front and went around the end of the garage, which was more than adequate.
This
Back at the beginning of the month, I lucked out and got some frames of a rare subject around here, but I was still in the throes of code mangling and didn’t want to do a post then. Looking at them later, I felt they didn’t stand too well alone, and wanted to get something to accompany them. Yesterday evening before dinner, I did a quick pass around the neighborhood pond and, to my utter
