This was on my driveway this morning. No broken eggs or even feathers, just a discarded nest that fell out of the tree--with some newspaper bits in the weaving.
This was on my driveway this morning. No broken eggs or even feathers, just a discarded nest that fell out of the tree--with some newspaper bits in the weaving.
This sculpture is at the Topeka library. It's designed to move and has lights placed around it. I got it moving by blowing on it.
On the wall on the way to my desk from the door is a document that's been fascinating to me since my first day. Letters patent for the company that published Grit issued in 1892 by the governor of Pennsylvania. It's amazing how much of the wording is familiar... :)
...what you might find. This is where I keep the stuff that comes out of my pockets. (I guess you can tell that I've been to the laundromat recently. *sigh* Probably best not to ask about the huge padlock.)
I've always loved bindweed and dandelions. As a child I just couldn't get the concept of flowers not being a positive...
Hmmm, another fighter practice where Jac and I were on the way to the bathroom... :) This time there is one, but she became distracted by the flowers...
It seems that Luna moths are attracted to SCA events...
This one was clinging to one of the cabins at M&M.
It was a little windy today (by Kansas standards) .
Too busy to think about a photo today. These are "bistro chips" that I was lured into buying at World Market the other day--blue cheese flavored. Yummmm...
Looking up through the trees while I played with Jac at CMFP.
Jac and I playing while Khaentlahn and Kato fought at Carlsby practice... We found a "house" in the park (which is where we're standing), and a fountain to get wet in, but, alas, no bathrooms... ;-)
A little over a week ago, one of my coworkers went into premature labor and delivered a baby girl almost 3 months early. Baby Adele was only 2 pounds 5 ounces at birth. We're all thinking positive thoughts about this tiny girl who we've been watching since she looked like a peanut. By all accounts, she's doing very well. This is a photo of one of her "micro-preemie" diapers--sooo small.
Walking in from my car the last few days I've been stopped in my tracks by a fragrance. I then am further delayed while I look around for the flower that caused it. (Yes, I'm a stop and smell the flowers kind of person.) But I hadn't found it. Then, yesterday at lunch my bosses were discussing how much they love the Russian olive trees that grow near the parking lot because they smell so good. So, this morning, when I stopped to smell, I looked up instead of down. I know what a Russian olive looks like, but the tree also has tiny yellow flowers that I'd missed. So, you get a photo of the Russian olive scent trap that I keep falling into.
This is the street where Khaentlahn lives after the water had already receded a couple of feet.
These are residents surveying the damage. The guy with the bucket was collecting earthworms for fishing (his grandson was helping--"Ewwwww...").