
Nice view from the park.

Alfie is wondering how to get down to where all of the playground equipment is

Different park. Still a nice view though.

The Newport coast, looking beautiful.

A subtle reminder of the time of year…
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

Nice view from the park.

Alfie is wondering how to get down to where all of the playground equipment is

Different park. Still a nice view though.

The Newport coast, looking beautiful.

A subtle reminder of the time of year…

Our beautiful sunset cup runneth over this year…

I have it on good authority that there is no Easter Bunny in Australia. Just the Easter Koala.

I love advertising that features the thing you are going to be eating feeling totally ecstatic at the prospect of being consumed.

Still my favorite product name.

I think I’ll pass on the horse oil face mask.

Tried curry beef udon. I think I’ll go back to my non-currified norm next time.

Look! It’s an Alfie pillow-pet!

They glow like stained glass.

Shamrock shake, baby! Erin go bragh!

Alfie’s a big fan of Clark Regional Park…

I love big, tall, mature trees!

I always half expect something to pop out of the haunted looking log.

The beautiful yellow sandstone of the Los Coyotes Hills…

No superbloom yet. But really pretty and green anyway.

Black-crowned night heron.

It was a beautiful spring day!

Looking across the lake.

Like I said, she’s a big fan.
Buff: A Collie by Albert Payson Terhune (1921)

I loved Terhune’s dog books as a kid. Revisiting them now, it’s surprising to see how harsh some of them are. There’s a little of that in “Buff,” but it’s primarily a pretty nice dog/man story, about loyalty and reclamation. Terhune’s weakness is writing people, and there’s too much people in this book to stack up among his best stories. But as always, his understanding of dogs — he really gets them — makes the Buff-centered parts of the story really work. Not the best read, but it was short.
The Compleat Horseplayer by Tom Ainslie (1966)

This classic handicapping tome is old, but the info is still sound. Read it, highlighted it, took the info to the track and put it into play and made enough to enjoy the rest of the day mostly on their money. I have to go through it again to absorb more before I become a obscenely wealthy tycoon, but all such worthy goals take time.
Bright Wings – Billy Collins, Editor (2012)

This is a lovely book full of poems about birds, accompanied by wonderful illustrations. A very nice read.



What an ingrate!

How it started.

How it went. It was pawed over by crows, who then made off with one of the crosses. After that, we didn’t bother maintaining it.
Stupid birds.
In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the breaking of new blooms. – Truman Capote

Irises.

A white iris!

Double daffodil.

Black-eyed susan vine going nuts!
There was more, I just wasn’t organized enough to take good photos. We had geraniums, and freesias, and white roses. And the cabbage plants were putting out yellow flowers. Use your imagination.