This time I got several
unblurred (almost) pictures of things that were further than six feet
away. I continue my slow, steady progress toward becoming this
century's Ansel Adams.
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| "My God, It's full of flars!" |
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| The Mutant Japanese Maple oozes onto the walkway in search of prey. |
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| We got Canada Geese around here like New York City's got rats. |
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| Tennis Balls of the Gods |
2 comments:
Ferners! Canada geese, eh? Japanese maple emulating killer tomatoes! Run away!
Theology, too - looks like you have solved the question of whether or not God (or gods) can create a tennis ball that He Himself could not hit over the net. Heavy, dude!
Canada geese should be called Canada's revenge. Flying poo machines.
Gorgeous garden.
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