Listening to Buck Owens in the Big Y store.

My feed is mostly grain.

Eating my TV dinner on airplane mode tonight.

I can see for miles.

The sun is almost shining.

The silence after the furnace turns off. The relief when it kicks back on.

Can I re-freeze re-fried beans?

Calm before the storm.

On holiday in the cone of uncertainty.

I can help myself.

After you’ve been in a place for awhile, what is it that makes you used to it?

Winter is coming.

A vine crossing the road.

12 Monkeys vibe in the news lately.

We have an upper level trough swinging through today.

A lot of new Toyotas look like soft shell crabs.

The light has been weird all day from the hazy Canadian wildfire smoke.

Only a dead man can bring him down.

White vinegar isn’t really white, it’s clear.

She’s leaving.

There’s a lone wild turkey hen out back right now. I wonder what her story is.

There are still guys with handheld radios.

I’m rarely well done.

How long does ICE last in the melting pot?

New ferniture on the forest floor.

I only eat home fries when I’m dining out.

Time to put on my fog hat.

The robins have taken their station.

The shadow of a large bird just flew across the snow in the backyard.

Jo Jo

… rain exploded with a mighty crash as we fell into the sun

The wind is blowing like a movie soundtrack.

The first thing I heard when a stepped outside was the ice pellets making a clicking sound when they hit the snowpack. The second thing was the distant neighbor’s rooster crowing.

Where I’m going.

Goodbye Guacamole 🥑 !

Spent most of last night listening to old snow turning to liquid and flowing through the exterior drainage pipes.

At the grocery store and almost everyone in here is speaking with an English accent.

Me examining new followers

New England gets old in the dead of winter.

It’s 11 degrees.

Gearing up to do nothing.

I have a friend, who uses maximum commas, just like her dad did.

Atmospheric.

Oh my god girl!

Merry Christmas!

Getting Christmasy here.

It’s 3 degrees.

Here’s your one chance, Fancy.

Sometimes a rotten log looks like an iguana.