A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.
This particular house had 8 in the front yard. They’re big birds. The lawn was in the process of being torn up.
Coming home from the track, I like to drive around the neighboring tracts, because this part of Arcadia is Peacock Central.
When I was little, I would have been climbing all over this thing.
I’d say there are geese about.
Bingo!
You may call me Daniela Boone!
…given that it’s 80 degrees.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
Emily Dickinson
These are Maximilian sunflowers and they are wonderful!
There’s a whole lotta love going on here. I wonder if any of them ever got married?
Does this tree make me look fat?
All romping and cavorting must stop for the sake of a fine stick.
Central Park’s lake, looking good for August. It’s a man-made lake, but the water level is natural. I’ve seen it dried-up some summers.
Taking a wee “hike” over to where we thought we saw an osprey perched in a tree.
Sure enough!
A tired Jo is a good Jo.
If you’re gonna be a dumpster, you might as well do it with style.
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.
…it looked straight through my soul.
They’re not kidding. They’ve got elk! More than one!