This is the kind of art I would hang on my walls

Right next to the dogs playing poker on velvet.

Unfortunately the wife picks out all of our art.

I feel stifled.

Bou's big day out

Yesterday it rained heavily for about 12 hours. It wasn't raining this morning so I decided to walk over to the local river to see it at flood stage. As I have mentioned, in most places it would be considered a creek, but it eventually turns into a river as it rolls down to the sea so it is called a river here. But around these parts it doesn't take much to make it jump out of its normal channel and start to fill the flood plains. We have received close to six inches of rain in the last 24 hours.

During the non-rainy part of the morning I decided to take a walk to see how it was going over there. I followed a route that I hadn't been on in a couple of years. Took one of my dogs with me. Pictures to follow:

That is the path to the track. 

A lake has formed on the inside of turn 1 due to poor swamp drainage:

Bou says "So, does this mean no picnic today?"

I could hear the river long before I saw it - this is the view from atop the turn 2 banking:

The back straight was passable:

Those sycamore and other trees are normally rooted on dry land:

The front straightaway was in good shape:

My dog was skeptical about the new car:

She thought it was down on horse power:

At the next she asked "Does that thing have a hemi?":

I explained that the displacement of that engine, so boldly painted on the hood could mean either hemi or wedge, she was good and we walked on.

The end.

From the new world.