Once upon a time, we would go somewhere on a Sunday afternoon and meet other people …
Winter insect
This insect puzzled me a great deal when it landed close to my feet in the middle of a snowfield last week. As it turns out it is not an anomaly of nature but a winter crane fly which is supposed to be out in the snow. Who knew?
Macro Monday.
A moo? No, emu.
When I read this quote: “His high forehead, aquiline nose, and longish chin were softened by nut-brown eyes and a gentle smile, one that suggested he was always prepared to think the best of people.” (Sidney Chambers and the Shadow of Death by James Runcie) I dug through my pictures and looked for brown eyes. I looked at brown eyes from cows and horses and even bunnies – but little did I expect to find the best nut-brown in the eye of an emu.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Nut-brown.
A Line in the Sky
One Word Sunday: Skyline.
All torn up
Flags – wherever you turn.
PS: Does anyone know how to make “compare image” smaller? I already uploaded fairly small photos.
He ain’t nothing but a hounddog
Newest addition to our household. Six words thanks to my German grasp of compound nouns.
Alternative title: Love me tender, love me sweet.
Cloud Surfing Train
Weekend Sky #15.
Death of Rats
The black robed figure, the scythe, the skull and the skeletal hands … the grim reaper. Except, this one is somewhat smaller and is actually not DEATH HIMSELF but the Death of Rats. It’s the Grim Squeaker, obviously.
For more information please visit any Discworld book featuring DEATH or Susan (any after Reaper Man, that is).
Friday Fun: Iconic.
