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.
8 comments:
my, my, my, what lovely roadkill
These are very interesting photos, thank you for sharing! When I first looked at the roadkill snake photo, it looked like a ripple of water. I like the Mohawk flower too. Can you find one with a mullet?
What an ingrate I am because I love your stories, but I REALLLY love your photos. A carcass is always good and brother-in-law's take is so funny.
Which reminds ME of being nagged about the dead bunny I saw on a country lane in England. I've asked people for years now how it could be possible, to have a totally squished bunny but still have the ears popped up like an antennae. JUST a couple of weeks ago, I asked AGAIN, and A. complained that I'd never asked him. 'Ear-rection?' was his very first shot. Damn them funny guys.
Nothing wrong with some photo-journalism! I wish I had a creek that ran by my house :-)
Nice collection of photos!
Churlita,
I love just going out and photographing any little thing that catches my attention. It makes me pay attention to my world.
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Margaret,
Isn't it, though.
Tara,
If I could find a mullett flower, believe you me, I'd post it so fast it'd make your head spin.
Booda BAby,
Ear-ection? Hilarious. You are lucky to have such a funny guy.
LauraB,
You wouldn't say that if you knew how polluted it was.
DMArks,
Thanks.
REl,
You are so right. It makes you look at things you normally wouldn't see.
Car Talk? I actually like that program. However, I am not 5.
And the tired raccoon? I was lol-ing.
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