Dipteran of the day.

Dog at the beach.

Ship at sea.

Corvid of the day befouling the American flag in the manner of Trump, who has reduced it to toilet paper.

Our sculptural homage to interspecies sex.

He was willing to clean up the Strait of Hormuz, but then Trump dissed his mother . . .

Some blooms for you.

Later, mes amis.

Positively sweltering.

Yes, thanks. He keeps the turmoil turmoiling.

I am honored.

Huge thanks, my friend. You make my day.

Yes, of course--it is THE EGG!

Our Supreme Leader!

Ha! Well-said.

Yeah, what a pity, huh?

Bitte schoen.

Heading into the afternoon?

Yeah, and that's the best part.

It has a graffiti-resistant coating.

Remember Woody's "Sleeper" and the nose?

What fun!

Lovely.

Just wait till he starts running.

Thanks for the taxonomy.

Thanks, Brian. I love to take photos of what's looking interesting as I stumble through life.

Time change.

Danke, my friend. I guess the snow is gone now, huh?

More to the point: what has she sniffed?

The old girl!

The newspaper.

The egg .

The dog.

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Additional morning.

Morning moon.

The morning, 6:30 A.M.

Night.

The dog of the afternoon.

The light in the middle of the tunnel.

Iron pig of the afternoon .

An hors d’oeuvre for the great white?

The way it’s looking down at Butterfly Beach circa 5:00 P.M.

The Lion of Winter’s twin brother.

The Big Curve.

Bird on a wire.

He must have read my story, “Admiral.”

Good man. Keep on working!

Sing louder, I can barely hear you.

Yep.