Okay, kids. I've got some emails I really have to answer. To any of you I owe responses to, they're on their way, and sorry to be such a lame ass. So, in order to take care of business, I'm doing one of those mostly photo posts I haven't done in ages and ages. I've been so bad about going out and taking photos of weird crap in and out of town lately. It's something I'm going to try and make more time for. That pitchur takin' thing is embedded deep within my gene pool, and I just can't fight city hall.
So, this first one is of a daisy in my front yard. It's hard to see from the photo, but it is a mutant flower. There is a line of petals growing in the center, giving it a flohawk. I'm sure I don't have to tell you how much I love any version of mohawk.
This lovely vision is some snake roadkill I found on Clapp Street. Roadkill always reminds me of my brother-in-law. When the girls were younger and we'd go on road trips with my sister and her then beau, he would make a big point of showing them the dead things on the road by saying, "Hey, girls look at that raccoon. He sure looks tired..."
He also used to keep the girls from whining in the backseat, by cranking NPR anytime they asked, "How much sooner 'til we get there?" There's no faster way to shut-up a five year old, than the threat of having to listen to Car Talk.
Here I am once again obsessing about whatever the hell got caught in the drainage grate by my house.
Apparently, shadow me doesn't have any knees.
This is on Evans Street. It is the bridge over the creek that runs past my house. I guess I don't have much to say about this image but, um, there it is. Take a gander at the lovely Fall colors, why dontcha.