There is a roadrunner that lives up the road. Actually, i am pretty sure there are several of them, but they all look alike to me, so i cannot speak to how many there actually are. In order to avoid overload, i am going to pretend that there is just one. His name is Bob.
This morning, Roadrunner Bob ran in front of the car, got to the side of the road, and then stopped. I backed up, and dug out the camera. Oddly, Bob stood still for just long enough. Then he continued running. Took some shots of that, too, but Bob's camouflage was in fine working order, and all i got were pictures of brown sticks.
So i go on around the corner, and i see a row of steaming fencepost's. Unfortunately, the steam didn't show up very well in the photo. It is just gonna have to be whirled peas. Use your imagination. It was very cool. Literally and figuratively.
Maybe you can see the whispies a little better in this shot. Sort of. Oh well. Whirled Peas. It really was beautiful. Almost magical. Wish you had been there.
And then, on the way home, a turtle was crossing the road. Or maybe it was a tortoise. I never know the difference. His name is Bob, anyway.
Missed the Bob shot. He wasn't nearly the camera hog that Bob was earlier.
It was a nice morning. There was loveliness everywhere i looked.
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