Poet's diet

The cornflake turned out to be this beautiful little moth, Japanese-looking to me, in design, at least. Very fitting for this bowl, also Japanese. I wonder how many of these moths I've eaten. . .

This is my favorite bowl and you can see it's cracked, glued, well-used. A couple of days ago, I started to pour cereal and saw what I thought was a cornflake that had easily escaped my
slap-dash dish-washing. . .

Fresh Baked Batch of Clothes-pins

In the Neighbor's Shaggy Old Pine

Full moon tonight, or maybe tomorrow. I was using a camera set to Night Pictures and that meant the shutter stayed opened longer and that meant things went beautifully out of focus: egg glowing in a nest made of twilight.

Brownie, Free At Last!

Took six squirrels from the Center for Wildlife to my friend Lorisa's house. She has ten acres of forest behind her house. We released all six, including Brownie. One zoomed right out. The remaining five were very reluctant to leave the safety of their peanut filled carriers. I'm not sure but I think this is Brownie, holding on to the crate door, gazing toward freedom. . .

Tree picture below is his new home.