You go to the beach and people gather in a lineup. Thanks.
Beware! Mosquitos! You have to walk a woodland trail to get to this lighthouse. And the mosquitos fly as high as the top too. So, we were running for our lives by the time we got to the base. And there! At the desk! The display included info and bug spray. Imagine that! I wish they sold it at the start of the trail. I mean it was bloody. Those suckers were fast and furious. The town? – beach funky.
Rock! I’ve been under a rock. I missed the most liked tweet – ever! Ah! But I’m not on twitter – tee hee. I got this bit of news from late night TV.
Seriously, I’ve been searching for a way to express my feeling without joining up with the “Antifa.” There is good in the world. Click your heels three times and you’ll be back in “Kansas.”
He was slowly ambling across the road. I got off the bike, got down low, and shot. I don’t know. And I don’t know why the chicken did either.
It doesn’t much matter what subject you have. There are simple things to keep in mind. Background. Lighting. Composition. I could go on and on. I won’t The cats always cooperate. They sit and stay when I ask. Caterpillars are very agreeable. And plants and flowers are easy. I get people too. But that’s a bit more complicated.
I planted dill and fennel. The fennel has some nice flowers. And I had a nice out of focus background. And… there was a bee! And another…bee! Cool! Meanwhile, the caterpillar was still munching away.
Cats can jump. Ours can do a standing jump from floor to a ledge more than three feet high. They are surely better than me. I let them out on the deck. I put up a child guard gate. We are up one floor. And, Willow, the adventurer, took a leap. He was on the rail! He gingerly walked the precarious perch to the edge and then promptly lost his grip. He slid down the bannister to the ground below. Imagine a very narrow ski ramp. Claws scritching and scratching all the way… to the bottom… and the ground! Escaped! Only for a moment…. I don’t know who was more shaken, the cat or his mistress. I was in the dog (cat) house for hours after. Willow doesn’t do it anymore. He was out in the heat (forgotten) and doesn’t want anything to do with the great outdoors.
Our adventurers are Spice and Patch. No, I don’t have image or video of Willow’s great escape. I’d have been dead ham for trying to film during his (mistress’s) traumatic experience.
The cat has to be involved. She’s curious. She is in the middle of it all. This is a revolutionary war era barn loom. Honest. 1700’s. The timber and construction is of the style of barn construction. The timber size was of the kind used in barn construction. It does not mean the loom was to be used in a barn.
Why? Why did we need one? Why did we get one? Don’t ask. Most of it is original wood. Some isn’t. We are puzzling out the works. We will make this (loom) work. I hope that it will eventually be more than a resting place for (curious) cats.
At one point this was an inn. Currently, it’s in rental? It is of the style of the beach neighborhood. People remember back to 1900’s. The house is in good shape from the outside. I imagine there must be air conditioning too. …. and new pipes, and new electric…. But, it is a fine example in the style of the 1900’s homes that were here.
There’s not too much redeeming about a hot dog. They taste great. Or not. A chili dog? Gluten free? Every year at Memorial Day and the start of summer, I try to grill and eat one (or two). I have grilled, fried, George Foreman, microwaved… eaten beef, and all brands and styles in between. Me and hot dogs. I know they are not good for you. The Nathan’s hot dog eating contest on the Fourth of July is famous and televised. It’s complicated. I still eat them. I’ve no plans to quit.