chocolate cake and beer

kk loves millsy so she baked him a delicious and lopsided cake.

eve of sam's b-day

warm welcome

friendly garbage washes up on a beach near pine cove

raining at night

'I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you.'
Catherine Earnshaw in Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights

flight

mud puddle

backyard

"The ice age left its mark on the landscape, but the first human impact on the area was cast by native inhabitants including the Kootenai Indian, the Kalispell, often called the Pend Oreilles; and the Coeur d'Alenes. The Spokane Indians, to the west, were also known to visit the south end of the lake. These Native American tribes were flourishing when the first white travelers caught sight of Lake Pend Oreille...
"Early maps called the lake by the name of Kalispelm or Kalispell. Many writers conclude that it was French speaking fur trappers who gave the lake its current name after the local Indians they called Pend Oreilles because of the pendant ornaments they wore in their ear lobes, the literal translation being 'pendant in the ear.'"
--Linda Hackbarth, from the book Bayview and Lakeview and Other Early Settlements on Southern Lake Pend Oreille

bald eagle

I was sitting on a bench in the park when
I saw this large hawk circling overhead. I had
my eyes on it when it suddenly swooped down and
picked up this little baby right out of its
carriage and flew away with it. My heart almost
stopped beating. I ran over to the mother, who
was eyeing a dress in a window. "Ma'am," I
stuttered, "that bird just stole your baby...."
She looked into the carriage and then up at the
sky. "Oh, I know that bird. She's a good bird.
She just took my baby to play with her babies
for a while. She'll bring him back in a short
time. My baby loves her babies. But thanks for
telling me. By the way, what do you think of
this dress? Is it right for me?" I thought of
her baby sailing through the sky in the claws
of that bird. "Well," I said, "I think the
mignonette green captures the amplitude of your
inner aviary." "What are you, some kind of loose
nutcase? Get out of here before I call the
police," she said.

--James Tate, Memoir of the Hawk

bud

in honor of grandpa anderson's b-day

centipede