On the horizon.
A bump on the rocks.
The Burrowing Owls are back!
For the winter.
There
On the horizon. A bump on the rocks. The Burrowing Owls are back! For the winter. On the horizon. A bump on the rocks. The Burrowing Owls are back! For the winter. Greater Pewee
Number 399! Halloween at our house
A table out front with buckets of little beers, some Mike’s Hard Lemonade, or a pack of M&Ms. No kids, but plenty of friends and neighbors in good spirits wandering the park for a visit at each stop. Some in costume. The Halloween tradition. A very social afternoon. Mysteries of the Moon
How can there be a dark side of the moon; one side we always see and another we never do? I’m told it’s because the moon doesn’t rotate. How can that be; how can it circle around us and never rotate relative to us? In a way, I think it’s rotating exactly once for each orbit around the earth. One moon day equals one moon year. That’s way too precise to be a coincidence. I’m led to believe that the moon doesn’t rotate relative to us, because it’s just a piece of us. It’s a chunk that broke off and tried to get away but only made it that far before it got caught in orbit. Okay, maybe that works. But if it’s a chunk that broke off, and it’s not rotating, how did it get round? Why doesn’t it still just look like an odd sized chunk of us? If it’s not spinning and getting pummeled by space debris from all sides for millions of years, what made it round? Meanwhile, we got a full rainbow tonight.
I didn’t have a wide enough lens on hand to get the whole thing at once, but it was a glorious full rainbow.
I didn’t have a wide enough lens on hand to get the whole thing at once, but it was a glorious full rainbow. A day in the life
It’s a sad ceiling fan lying on the floor of our deck.
It has been outside on the ceiling for several years. I guess the blades are brittle now. A wind came up while we were gone this summer and blew them off. But a new fan went up today.
A breeze on demand for sitting out on the deck in hot weather. Smoke rising from the Bradley; hot juicy ribs inside.
Green Jays on the feeder out back.
Great Kiskadees in the yard.
The ground torn up by the back gate where we were visited by an armadillo overnight. (File photo of an armadillo.)
That’s life in the Valley.
It has been outside on the ceiling for several years. I guess the blades are brittle now. A wind came up while we were gone this summer and blew them off. But a new fan went up today. A breeze on demand for sitting out on the deck in hot weather. Smoke rising from the Bradley; hot juicy ribs inside. Green Jays on the feeder out back. Great Kiskadees in the yard. The ground torn up by the back gate where we were visited by an armadillo overnight. (File photo of an armadillo.) That’s life in the Valley.