Week 26 #1. The 25th Annual Houston Art Car Parade, digital favorites.
Multiple choice: This is Brenna’s favorite event (a) of the year, (b) in Texas, (c) to photograph, or (d) all of the above.
Answer: d.
Along those lines, I’m posting a <expletive deleted> ton of pics from this event this week, so apologies in advance if this isn’t your kettle of crazy.
When others did this
I snickered and said: Gimmick!
I should stop that now.
Week 25 #5.
Birds of a feather
don’t really flock together
when living in town.
From the top: Turkey Vulture; Scissortail Flycatcher; Northern Mockingbird; Guinea Fowl. I saw all four (plus several more interesting specimens that escaped my lens) on my way to and from work on the same day, which made for a pretty blissful commute.
Week 25 #4.
Today I learned that
the barbeque grill cover
makes a great backdrop.
Week 25 #3.
Precipitation
reduces the epic drought
while trashing the lake.
(The “lake” is actually the Colorado River, but this section is locally referred to as Lady Bird -formerly Town- Lake.)
Week 25 #2.
Once a silly man rode on the train.
He appeared to be lacking a brain.
He took handicapped seats
and phone calls loudly bleat
while from eating he failed to refrain.
Week 25 #1.
Caterpillars say:
Ba chomp. And: Ba chewy chomp.
Then: Ba chewy chomp.
*****
The garden was shocked
by how much dill it takes to
make a butterfly.
The lady bug is
-though poorly focused, damnit-
eating an aphid*.
(*I think. I hope. I pray.)
Week 23 #5.
From his afternoon nap Pancake woke
fearing Harley, while sleeping, had croaked.
So he tickled her paws
with his whiskers and claws
‘til she glared and hissed: cut the pokes, bloke!
