Nature’s glyphs.

You haven’t lived until someone reinterprets your self portrait in the South Park style.

The original can be seen here on the ARTHUR Magazine site.  You have ordered your copy, right?

One of my neighbor’s free range birds that sometimes stops over to talk turkey.  Been meaning to use his pics for a collage of some kind.

This lovely pheasant has moved into the ornamental apple tree behind my studio. The tree is heavy with fruit and is a short leap to the roof.  This pheasant can often be seen fluffing up its feathers against the cold and sitting in the snow up there; close to all that feed and affording an excellent view of the surrounding area. It allows me to get within about ten feet before zooming away like Road Runner.

The feathers have changed from brown to white with the first snow then back to brown when it melted. With the advent of fresh snow, its lovely coat appears to be working back to white again.

Found this slipped into an old book.  I love the term “kadoodler”.

A nickel I found in the parking lot.  I love how the wear and corrosion abstracts Jefferson’s profile.

Found this little feller in the driveway, pancaked and pretzeled by a car no doubt.

This little feller measures 3.5 inches, wingtip to battered wingtip.  Looks like it got caught in one of the endless cloudbursts we’ve experienced through June here in New England.

From Cindy’s garden.  Scanned at hi-rez.

…close up photo of a bonfire?