One of the gourds Susan brought home from the store this past weekend had a nick in it, and sure enough, by this morning that superficial cut had turned into a super squishy infection, requiring immediate and major surgery if there was to be any chance of it taking its place on the front steps …
A few days ago, in reaching up to pull down some low hanging dead branches of a backyard tree, this marvelous thing came with them (click it for the bigger picture): Camouflaged, I hadn’t known it existed just above my head — and by the looks of it probably for a long time, too. It …
Two things you can count on angelenos to bitch and moan about: rain and traffic. Orb weaver doesn’t give a shit. Orb weaver’s bad ass. Rain? Feh. Traffic? Go ride a bike, says Orb weaver. The President of the United States is in town and it’s all about the gridlock everyone gets stuck in. Boo. …
That’s how much space this magnificent orb weaver above our backyard would span — maybe even a silva dolla. It’s so big, notice how the abdomen is out of focus compared to the legs (click to anachrophobify):
Hi. Question for you: Are those cigarette butts yours? They’re mostly Camels, but there’s a lone Marlboro among them. Go ahead, click the pic to take a larger look. I’ll wait. The reason I ask is that as part of my regularly scheduled yard work this morning — done because I take pride in my …
These two like to share naptime on the sofa after dinner. And when I found them last night positioned like so, it brought to mind the symbol for the interconnection of opposites, and it brought out the camera to capture it.
When last seen, our annual Halloween frontyard spookification featured little more than our graveyard. In the days since I’ve been adding other evildoers one by one and here’s where things stand at present (click to montsterize):