My new kitten.

The nectar of the mother goddess.

To sip from the goddess tonight.

Twice this baby bird flew though my office window and twice it was gently returned to the wild of my yard.

A cichlid.

Abandoned in place the old one lane bridge historically marks where the original Indian trail once was.

The river through Pocatello, Idaho.

Look at the big nasty bruise on my idiot friend's butt, He's making homemade shotgun beanbag loads. Only in Idaho.

I'm still alive and sentient, here's a picture of my bobber to prove it.

Sunday morning trout.

Once a railroad town Pocatello had a hobo camp here for many years.

The river bottoms in Spring.

Sprinkler.

Happy Sunday flowers to you.

Russian ammo looks so dark and evil, even the little .22s.

Still yet the piss elms are only beginning to leaf out.

With a few screws and some string and a big glob of glue an heroic repair to this car's mirror was made.

The piss elms have yet to leaf out in Pocatello
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Can somebody please tell me why the Avalon has this text button on a device with no display or keyboard?

Picking at an antique shop I got this cool ring clock like I've seen on TV shows for two dollars.