A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.
Allow me to wax poetic with someone else’s words for a moment:
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
A shout-out to A. A. Milne for the appropriate description. And no, this isn’t in my yard. None of our daffodils showed up this year.
Stan Lee, perhaps?
OK, then…moving along…
I really like this one. Who needs paint by numbers with little teeny brushes, when you could do one that requires only a brush you’d use to paint a wall?
Having 21st century plumbing, the effectiveness of which is likely to outlive me, is a wonderful thing indeed. Yet I am not without my dreams.
Someday…
Caught up with him leaving Sock Harbor in a huff. You can understand his frustration. Buying socks for big feet like that is really hard.
I was sitting in the car waiting my order to be ready for take-out, and a lady opened the door and started to get in before realizing it wasn’t her car. She was horrified, as one would be, and I told her about the time I did that to a family after an Angels game. Just assumed it was mind and started to get into their car (the other people thought I was drunk). We both had a good laugh. This is the kind of thing that happens when every other car is a mid-sized, white SUV.
Brutalism wins, every time. Behold, the horror of the Fountain Valley Library!
Our white camellia bush has some serious health issues, but once in a while it puts out something indescribably beautiful.
…take it!