Sunday, May 24, 2015
Friday, May 22, 2015
Greetings from the Hermit Writer [April 19 hike]
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Greetings from the Hermit Writer
This is Lewie the Ibis.
Not your everyday gator.
Seanteal, the blackbird.
Light stanchion has no name.
Concrete gets better as it ages, doesn't it.
I gotta come back at night. I'll bet when these are lit, all around the lake, must look pretty cool.
I like columns.
Are the lion's eyes open or closed?
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
I thought it was time for another passage from my current work in process. Hope you love it as much as I did.
"Tony asked me out and I said yes."
"Tony Evans. The admiral. Asked you out?" I stammered.
She had turned crimson. "So has Hanoch."
"Hanoch? As in Hanoch Beri? Monty?"
"You can't be my shrink because my only two friends in the world are hitting on you?"
"That so sucks," I mumbled.
"You couldn't say no?" I asked.
She cocked her head. "Have you looked at either of them lately?"
They weren't so hot. For old men. Smart. Personable. Okay, they were good looking. A rash of jealousy poured over me. Boiling oil. I could be a Viking climbing a Cumbrian castle wall. I might have had my historical reference a little skewed.
Greetings from the Hermit Writer [April 19 shots]
Louise said, "Whacha lukin at!"
"Yer irri-taten me!"
Junior said, "What? What?"
Louise explained, "Them pitcher takers have no manners."
"But they don't seem to mean any harm."
"Get in the water, Junior. We're outta here."
"Oh, okay, see ya, dude."
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Greetings from the Hermit Writer. Finishing up with my photos from my 04-12 hike.
More of the pretty color blobs. What do you call these things?
For the musicians out there.
This was right next door. I have a feeling it was connected in some way with the art center.
Real men build around 200 year old oaks.
This poor cow got caught napping. I hope the perpetrators were severely punished. Can you imagine the issues Elsa must have?
A blob of color.
Nice place to sit in the shade and tilt back a cool one, eh?