Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
With its long legs sticking up towards the top of the rose blossom, it looked to me as if this fork-tailed bush katydid nymph had gone down a slide, but its playground was its dining room. We still have a few rose bushes remaining, this one included, but I haven’t decided if they will stay, as while I don’t like them the katydids love them, and I love the katydids. But these bushes are old, decades old, and their thorns are malevolent.
I stood upon the dragon and saw its scales glistening in the sun beneath my feet. I was not afraid. That was a mistake.
Ellie is 13 or 14 years old and rarely wants to go up to the dog park at Irving Park anymore, but last night she was up for it and had a grand time rolling in the grass.
This light traveled for a hundred million miles to remind me to look up at the wonders above my head, to look down at the wonders beneath my feet, to look out at the wonders before me.
A picture of Templeton in our backyard from the summer of 2006, edited two different ways. Color corrected up top, natural color below to show the diffuse purplish light at sunset. The purple version is a more natural representation of the light (I was struck by the light at the time) but most days I prefer the color-corrected version where Templeton looks more natural. Either way I love looking at my old pictures of him, I fell in love with cats because of this charming little fellow.
I saw crabs climbing a sandy beach in the shadow of palm trees, even though I knew, with some certainty, that I stood atop a sidewalk beneath large oak trees. And yet it seemed to me dark, though nearly mid-day, as though the sun hid behind the moon. It soon fled, my confusion, and took the darkness with it.
Follow the pup, she will lead the way.
If you’re going to put your sun down on the sidewalk, you have to use a coaster or it’s going to leave a ring! Come on people, this is why you can’t have nice things!
Or your pup. Following your pup is good too.
Boolie 