Thanks, neighbor George, for the seeds. A couple of decades later, we’re still enjoying the descendants of those first flowers.
Moon flower…
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The backyard menagerie…
He usually has clothes on. That’s why he looks so embarrassed.
The pig’s forehead is a favorite sunning spot for lizards.
The Garden Guardian is never off duty.
It’s our little Alfie in garden critter form.
Jo has a lot of company.
July begins with an eagle…
Jo proved to be completely unconcerned with the fireworks. This means I actually enjoyed the 4th for the first time in 13 years!
Throw the ball…
THROW IT!!!!!!
Los Alamitos Race Course
Hitch up your car here!
Cool little track, although I never win here.
Super-trainer Bob Baffert giving yet another interview.
The clubhouse. Too rich for my blood!
Apartments encroaching. It’s days are numbered most likely, so I enjoy the place while I can.
Find the garden gremlin…
She’s in there, planning shenanigans.
You’ve got to be kidding me…
Shame on you, Michael’s!
So judgemental…
…it looked straight through my soul.
Wistfully contemplating her six months of life…
…whilst consuming her ice cream.
Movie Review: The Brute Man (1946)
I like a good bad movie, and this one sort of qualifies. It helps that I watched it accompanied by the expert riffing of the guys at Rifftrax, which made it a lot more fun than it had a right to be. The fact that the deformed serial killer of the title is a person with actual deformities dampens the fun more than a little. But still, the plotting, acting, and production are so bad, it demands all the mockery coming its way.