Quiet Place

 

On one of our routine walks, Sam and I will walk past this quiet little brook. 

Leaving aside the fact that by late summer this little brook is often an ugly, algae covered mess, the fact is that about five feet behind me is one of the busiest roads we walk along. 

When we stop at this brook, I try to ignore the people (and traffic) behind me and pretend they're not there. 

This is pretty much my strategy for getting through life in general.

Mystery Field

I've given up trying to figure up what's going on with this field (here, here and here, for instance). It's supposedly owned by a strawberry farmer and there's even a sign saying as much. 

But sometimes there's strawberries growing - then they get plowed under. Then there's corn growing. Then the next time Sam and I walk by- gone! Then there's something growing which may or may not be squash... or pumpkins... or whatever. Then- same story - gone!

I've stopped trying to figure it out.

They're doing this to me on purpose. They are my enemy.

Happy Fourth

 

For the first time in I don't know how many years, I didn't take any photos of the fireworks. I must have hundreds of them on my computer and I almost never look back on them.

So I can't offer you any exciting photos from this year but you can relive last year's festivities by staring all night at the photo above.