Working Gloves

We will be working in the garden tomorrow.

When I saw how these were labeled, 

I knew they would be perfect

ivy trunk

Ivy just takes off and grows where ever it can

30th Anniversary

Well, we made it to 30 years. 

Sometimes I don't even know what to think about that.

Stopping to see the berries

Box fun

Kids and cats seem to see boxes in a more creative way then the rest of us.

Staring out the Window

I see this view every day. It's right outside my front door. But for some reason, as returned home this morning, I sat in my car and just stared.

Pastoral

At my writing desk

Design

Interesting drum design

NYC thru a bus' window

The view of NYC's skyline

always takes my breath away...

Fire in the Hills

This was actually from a few days ago, but I forgot about it until now. There were fires in the neighboring foothills. On that overcast morning, the smoke flowed out from the mountain valleys, and the ranges were seperated in a way that I didn't even know existed.

Puppy Profile

Welcome to the family, Guthrie.

Sticks & Stones

Attended a birthday party and one of the little favors was a play of "sticks & stones" and in a small glass vase sticks were represented by pretzels and the stones were small chocolate rocks; very creative.

Invitation

The bed is calling me

from across the room

at my writing retreat.

Saying, "Leave the writing until morning.

Come on--you know you really want to sleep."

But I need to resist the urge for a little while longer

and get some writing done.

Sigh.

While Walking the Dog

Grasshopper

This fellow was hanging on our screen door; was kind enough to pose for photo before moving on.

Another Food Photo

I know, I know, another photo of someones food. But I couldn't resist; the bell pepper was so pretty against the blue cutting board.

tourists

Lighting is poor but this is a group of tourists (I presume) all taking photos of the fireworks at Disneyland.

Ghostly Diner

While en route to the top-secret writing retreat,

we stopped at an old diner that's now a bus stop--

No more tables.  No more food.

But plenty of ghosts.

Mr. Coconut

There's been a coconut sitting on my counter for several weeks. No one seems interested in cracking it open to eat it. There is also a pile of serano and habanero chilis. No one has made salsa with them.

In my house, I'm not allowed to throw anything away (that's another story). So, while cleaning the kitchen, I amused myself without throwing anything out.