This huge moth was plastered to the wall beside my front door.
Every year around this time, thousands of winged termites descend upon this region, land all around my house and in my pool, chew off their wings and go in search of wood. Here are a few of the piles of wings I found on the stairs to my garage and in front of every door, not to mention covering the surface of my pool.
Sunday Stills Challenge with the topic of #Wings.
What is it? What can you see in it?
Before I tell you, I’d like to hear your ideas about what it is.
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Nancy is the four-year-old daughter of Ellie, who cleans the house I rent in Jan and Feb once a week. She’s gone from shy to playful and teasing. She didn’t know I was watching for most of this little sequence. I was in the hammock on the other side of the porch:
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She looks like a little larva in her cocoon.
This one did go home with me and Nancy clearly approves of my choice.
For Kammie’s Oddball Challenge.
Please join in and show me yours! Put a link in my comments.
I bought this little ornament in China in 1979. Its face is silk and the rest is hand knitted and assembled. Exquisite workmanship. I bought a box of 8 or 10 of these ornaments, each different. Many I’ve given away over the years, but I have at least three left. I had purchased other wonderful little silk beaded animals when I was in Hong Kong in 1968 and still have some of those as well. I’ll be showing an ornament a day until Christmas.
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My niece Cintra and great niece Stephanie, forgottenman (Dux), assorted cats and a box of windup toys made for a relaxed and hilarious evening in Eagan, Minnesota. Tomorrow, back to Missouri.
“I Spy with My Little Eye. . .”
(A Walk Around Town)
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Past the old cinema building where forgottenman spent his early life running around in the theater his grandfather built and ran.
Following the signs.
What can they mean?
Can this be one?
Snake or shard of old ripped canvas?
On the trail again.
and signs of destruction. Or construction.
a shopping cart and kin.
A greening tricycle,
a bicycle and an old chamber pot,
an almost red wagon,
New porch extension
with evidence of the old one.
Signs of a sad Halloween
and past wild games.
and a stone kid who will never swing in that swing. Unless, perhaps, on Halloween Eve, some trickster relocates him to his desired spot.
Another mystery, smashed into the dirt.
And finally, home again.
For Jo’s Monday Walk