Kind of wish that were my truck. I’m spendin’ a day in Astoria Oregon a couple years back. Me and my dockside loungin’ buddies. Vision of the organism #1. (Rosco yoosta refer to self in 3rd-person as that — the organism. But I suspect, and aspire, that I’m slightly “more than that.”)
I was walking across an undeveloped park back to the motel for lunch when I almost walked over this. The unexpected intrusion of red, and a solitary item at that, surprised me. It reminded me of the Villager’s mandate to banish “red” in the movie “The Village.”
We have moss “back home”, but only at higher elevations, in the deep forest, and not as thick as this! Spanish moss on a cypress, I think.
The moss grows strong with this one (in the manner of Darth Vader).
This shiny-leafed tree is also a stranger where I normally roam. There were cone-like seed thingies, dry ones on the ground and the cones still on the branches had shiny red beans.
Betty found this paper wasp’s nest hidden in the vines away from the house. Hope the slumbering occupants don’t emerge en masse later this year! Below, we wander the Portland (Oregon) Saturday downtown market. We each display something that we felt we needed. Behind us is “The Spoonman” where you too, can buy all sorts of strange things to go through your head.
Hemos estado casados cuarenta y dos años — esta semana.
Betty also liked the twilight sky a week or so back.
And she also tried to capture the changing of the season.
Our house, seen from below.
Rosco lounges with a kindred spirit a few years ago on Playa Troncones.
“Me and my boys” escaped the train (O Bruthur, wear art thou?) to see Wicked in Denver. Tom is/was Everett, Ben kept asking “Gopher, Everett?” and they thought I was a toad. (I had the toad in my pocket).
Sky on fire, just like the fire right now in our fireplace!
The Rocky Mountains are a very slow ocean. I sometimes manage to catch a wave …
Below, should look somewhat familiar?