There are a few repeat photos in this blog, but since the last few years’ worth of photos were deleted I’m reposting the photos.
It’s a busy time of year full of dance practice until 9 and homework until 11. It’s dark by dinner and cold enough for snow. My fingers are so cold they no longer react with the touch screen on my phone.
I was caught in the dark running in the woods the other day. I don’t have time for these shorter days.
I made it out of the woods despite the leaf-covered trail.
There were lots of noises as critters ran through dried leaves. I was a little scared I was going to accidentally startle a skunk and get sprayed and less afraid I was going to get stalked and eaten by a mountain lion. It was great to hear the stream since that meant I was close to the trailhead.
Here’s the same video essentially, but taken during the day.
…compared to a spider.
A Banded Argiope missing a hind leg. The grasshopper with the missing leg is still hanging out in the front garden too. They are harmless like most spiders and are capable of consuming insects up to twice their size.
More webs highlighted by fog.
A roller coaster of web…
Last day at Cannonsburg State Game Area….
Last week we lost summer’s hour of dusk and the nights turned cool. The lack of daylight combined with cooler temperatures starts the leaves’ colorful death cycle.
I spent the weekend in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula at my cousin’s wedding. I also picked up some art from the artist Dominic Fredianelli, who along with my cousin, is in the movie Where Soldiers Come From.
It’s REBAL with an A in a rebellious fashion. It was a tight squeeze in my vehicle since it’s 8ft. x 4ft.
It’s down to the last few weeks to enjoy the trails at Cannonsburg State Game Area. Luckily there are several other local trail systems closed to hunting. All spring and summer I stuff any trash I come across in the woods into my shirt. Most of the trash is shotgun slugs. It’s time to give my boobs a break.
Tomatoes from the garden
Krystal and I set off together yesterday afternoon. She started running to the fence once she spotted the two mini horses for the first time. One of the horses ran towards her right away too…a thoroughly joyful moment.
We noticed a sign on the fence stating everyone is welcome to pet the horses and if feeding them please make sure the apples or carrots are cut into small pieces.
Within ten minutes three cars of older women slowed up to chat about the nice horses. The chubbier horse must have thought Krystal was one of its regular snack-bearing admirers.