It freaks me out a bit when the flame on my lampe comes out the side…. and looks like a finger. I know. Still.


Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.

James Thurber

He looks as if he’s made of glass. Might as well be…

Yes, that bad.

Comcast is sometimes good, sometimes bad.

AT&T is the pus that infects the mucus that cruds up the fungus that feeds on pond scum.

Just an FYI.

I Can’t Help Myself


I can’t help myself; everything must have bokeh. I’m taking pictures of any and everything, like this little votive holder.

And this super cute hyacinth bud. If I bought more of them, when they flowered I’d have a Hyacinth Bouquet! Ha!


Hunter’s Moon

A couple days late, but it’s the first time I’ve seen the sky in awhile. I don’t think we’ve had but a couple of days without storms this summer.




I don’t know what this is called, but how cool!


It went ALL over the sky. Very interesting!

Edit: The man just told me that they are vapor trails. Boo. I like the spectre of the unknown better.


Okay, I sort of forgot this space existed. But it’s a new year and in my zeal to start over there are many (scads, even!)  hopes of writing.



Okay, at least once or twice in 2016. And this counts as one.

Anyway, these boids looked like they had the kind of night my dogs did: mildly terrifying. I now hate any holiday that involves loud noises.

I imagine them in conversation thusly…


“Dude, what’d you do last night?”


“Oh, Charlie and I went out partying… oops, there he goes! Little too much canal water over near the tuna plant, you know?”


“Really, Charlie? Get it together man!”


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