Well, it was suppose to be the Strawberry Moon. Amazing how it looks, shooting through 87% humidity when the moon is at the lowest point of its orbit. Maybe they should call it the Lemon Moon. Plus, it was 251,000 miles away. Whatta ya expect? All went well until a neighbor rode up behind me …
Okay, I’ll try not to get too nerdy. Tonight is the Full Strawberry Moon. I got out last night because with the weather, ya never know. So my pic is with the moon at 99.1% Close enough for rock-n-roll. I’ll skip over the part of the story where a doe deer took exception to my …
After a few nights of air-you-can wear, it was comforting to have to dig out the puffy jacket while gazing at the stars. No skunks this evening. I suppose they’re not back from their field trip to Washington D.C. for the big birthday bash. The coyotes were practicing for their summer concert series. I really …
It started out innocently enough—no one would get hurt, no laws would be broken. Well, maybe one or two, but they were small laws. All I had to do was drop my friend at the designated spot, then (quickly) pick him up when he called. He even bribed me with a couple doughnuts to do …
Witt’s End 