Sunday, November 20, 2016

Walk in the neighborhood

 There I was . . .  last Sunday morning . . . an old woman walking slowly downhill after chugging uphill for half-an-hour, pulling out my phone to snap pictures of some wondrous sights. I was on my routine Sunday morning walk (the only day of the week I choose to take city streets instead of the paved trail by the river) . . . and it's always fun to notice nature's changes, despite its being an urban corridor.  Today not only did I stop to watch a chunky spider weaving its web between a lamp post and a fence (probably it isn't there even just a few hours later) but noticed these amazing colorful and textured organisms. I didn't touch or reposition anything.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

A surprising stare . . .

I can't remember the last time a face was staring at me while I was cleaning up the dishes after dinner. 

I had finished off   leftover pizza slices from a couple days earlier (as well as a delicious kale salad) and was loading the dishwasher, when I reached for the plate the cold slices had been on in the frig. I had to laugh at the image. The face seemed decidedly female, and I projected a smart-alecky remark coming from it, something like "Well, did you feel like a cannibal tonight?"