The way the months tend to run together around here is kind of the pits. When I get fuzzy on what time of year it is, this tree sweetly reminds me it’s almost July.
Just a few more and we’ll have been married longer than not. And our lower extremities will only look worse.
Delaney and I encountered this alert rooster and his hen harem during a morning stroll today. He was a tad possessive, if you ask me.
And, is that a badger in the crosshairs?
Booklet on reloading shotgun casings, found in organizing client’s garage.
While Delaney was at her volunteer job, we tried out a Hawaiian poke place for lunch. I thought the ahi poke was delish. James thought the breading on the tempura shrimp was a little thick. We both agreed Pockys were just right.
This house is the southernmost building on the U.S. West coast. The washed-up flipper reminded me of another picture I took several years ago on a beach thousands of miles away. Those are the reasons I took this picture.
City champs, Majors division.