Day 145 - At Your Own Risk - 5 May 2011

What is it about signs like this that make you want to do exactly what it tells you not to? And by "you" I mean "me".

This one is on the glass outside the cat prison at Petsmart. Do old-timers call the new cats "Fish" like on prison shows? If so, probably confusing to the actual fish.

Day 144 - Dad's Gibson - 4 May 2011

As the story goes, some time during the mid-twentieth century, my dad played in a band. He played piano until he realized that piano was not the chick-magnet he expected it to be. That is when he got this guitar. I don't know what happened after that.

Day 143 - Birthday Mama - 3 May 2011

Here is Shelley celebrating her birthday. She said it was only the first year that she would celebrate her 39th birthday. That is not a very logical statement for an ex-Mathlete such as herself to say, but it was her birthday so we let it slide. No matter how she does the math, she will always be younger than me, therefore I win.

Day 142 - Tingling - 2 May 2011

For whatever reason, some of my most viewed photos on Flickr are of superhero statues. I really don't know why that is, but since views on Flickr are like catnip to me, I'll go back to that well until it runs dry.

Now before you think I've reached new levels of geekiness by posing these two statues in a scene... Hmmm. Well yeah, I guess I have. Thwip!

Day 141 - Pulling The Light - 1 May 2011

Cockroaches are bugs. Butterflies are bugs. Both are part of the food web and thus have important roles to play in keeping the ecosystems of the world functioning.

Even so, just try buying a ceiling fan with cockroaches at the ends of the pull chains, and I bet the guys at Lowe's would think you were some kind of crazy weirdo.

They would be right of course. Only a crazy weirdo would want to grab a cockroach to turn a light off and on or adjust the fan speed.

See, so when you think about it, it really does make sense that they wouldn't make fans with cockroaches.

Day 140 - Kemptown Stile - 30 Apr 2011

Sometimes in life your path is very clear. It is easy to see which way to go, and you can proceed with certainty. Perhaps you can even get a glimpse of your destination.

Other times it is less so. Choices abound, none of which shows a clear advantage over the others. You have to proceed, because life keeps moving no matter what, but you do so without any sort of certainty about where you are going.

Which way is better? I don't know. I am not here to offer answers - just pictures.

Day 139 - MoDa - 29 Apr 2011

Obviously I've gotten behind at posting these, but at least I am still taking them. Best as I can figure we went to Brewer's Alley on this fine Friday and this is in the room that is in the front (or as Shelley calls, the back).

Friday night is not usually family go out to dinner night, so it must have been some kind of occasion. I really just don't remember what. I think we had a good time though.

Day 138 - It's A Colander - 28 Apr 2011

My hope was that this would come out looking like a ladybug or a piece of watermellon. Or maybe the light reflecting in those water drops would make them look Spider-Man.

That would have been cool.

Instead all I got was a stupid picture of a red plastic colander. At least I learned how to spell colander.

Day 137 - This Old Heart Of Mine - 27 Apr 2011

I've never been known as someone who is heavy into floriculture. And you know, what? That's OK with me. I am much more interested in olericulture and pomology (but not viticulture) and whatever the thing is that's about planting trees so that I can't see all my neighbors' houses.

Even so, when I see a nice example of Genus Dicentra, I'm not above taking a picture of it.

Day 136 - Wrapped Around - 26 Apr 2011

This is part of a piece of kinetic art. It gets pretty windy here in Adamstown, MD and we've learned the hard way that these kind of things don't usually survive the winter winds. So, for the past several months it has been hanging from the middle hinge of the coat closet. The nice thing about this location is that the kids tend to knock it down which leads to a really loud noise, after which hilarity ensues.