Whiskey Fire

Ghost City

— M. Bouffant

Poor Otis Dead & ...

I hope there is none of this at Thers' lake.

Or this.

Sunset Thanksgiving

It's been my habit to use the posting privileges so generously extended me here (Hey! Something for which I can actually be grateful & express gratitude: Thanks, Thers!) for my more serious musings on sexual politics, the state of the nation, & what a collection of inane drones the right-wing & its blog-o-sphere is, but today I make an exception, as I've shot some images that (my opinion only) are worthy of even wider exposure than they'd receive at my one-weasel operation.

What the hell, it's the day after something & all are consuming anyway.

—M. Bouffant

Cacapon Mountain Hike

Sunday was a good day for hiking up Cacapon Mountain. So I did.

Scenery:

Critters: (The Tawny Emperor picture didn't come out sharp, but that's the only one I've ever gotten, so here it is. And theirs didn't come out so great, either.)

Toadstools:

(Posted by ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© and cross-posted at my place. Mouse over pics for captions, and click them for larger versions.)

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Friday Not Ranting

I've got about 8 million half-finished posts. All of sudden I thought it might be time for something a bit calmer, instead. Lake picture courtesy of one of my imaginary, invisible, internet friends.

Oh, and how about some music along with your beverage?

(Posted by ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© and cross-posted at my place.)

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