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Where ya been, Scotto?

Today was for the birds, literally. The only pics of interest I got by the lake were of seagulls circling overhead… hordes of them. A sweet little crane crossing the street, and a eh picture of a duck on the water. I sort of like the one of the lake rocks… the wind dies down, and the water was very clear. not my best photo-day, but some of these can be tweaked, I think.

I just meandered today. Walked to the lake near Sample road, and read my book in the sun, on the grass under a tree. High quality. 🙂

and, of course, The Newton picture of the day…orange kitty on a tan cardboard packing box. one of his fave places to be, so I’m loathe to open and unpack it. No need yet, so he has his space.

http://www.printroom.com/ViewAlbumPhoto.asp?userid=scottobear&album_id=51284&image_id=4

Bigger, and more pictures are available here.

What a keen picture. I wonder if the central effect was intentional, or if random happenstance caused that raindrop to reflect the sign so clearly; whatever the cause, the image is the kind that I wish my brain would help me compose when I’m behind my camera.

I got a giftie by messenger, just now [6:10pm] from my sweetheart. 🙂 What a lovely surprise! Just in time to fill my reading queue. Lovely wrapping paper, too! Thank you!

Stephen King is going to retire from horror writing? Hm.. I’m proud of him for moving on, and admitting when a well is dry. Plenty of other genres to write for.

My brother can’t make it tomorrow… change of plans.

Looks like my trip to los olas is going to be either postponed or solo. A rework is on order. Perhaps schedule a meeting with Robyn and talk about the website… tag a few contacts. Maybe hit a few museums, and a movie.

going to lay down for a little nap…

May joy and innocence prevail.

Well, Midnight’s approaching, and we all know which is the time that the dead rise from the grave to feast on flesh and month-old miracle whip.

from To Mock a Killing Bird

As Freddie the falcon flew home with his belly empty again he heard the other falcons taunt him with “You couldn’t catch a mouse if it was blind!” and “Ha, you call yourself a raptor!” and worst of all, “Put some nail polish on your talons, sissy boy!”

Time for Scotto to go to bed… busy daytomorrow! Sweet dreams to any and all.