I don't know, I thought both of you had better pics so I didn't post any of mine. I'm a little photographically impotent these days. I need a better camera. It's all about the day-to-day snapshots lately. (yawn)
And though we would hike many other trails as we grew older our thoughts always returned to the nettles of Ramsey's Draft, and the crunching sounds of being stalked in the dark by curious deer-say the above with a Johnboy twang
So when you got to Gregor's was he on his back with all his little legs twitching, and dung smeared across the ceiling? Did you take pictures? Did you give Mrs. Samsa and the charwoman my regards?
Mrs. Samsa is Gregor's mother who was not allowed in Gregor's room which was jealously guarded by his teen sister who played the violin. Mrs. Samsa had to take on a job once Gregor suffered his metamorphosis.
Wow, I was fat. Oh wait...
ReplyDeleteSuch an innocent looking plant months removed. Nice shooting, Kev. These are great.
ReplyDeleteThose tube socks were never the same after having to hike them up all the way to fight the nettle.
ReplyDelete"These are great."
ReplyDeleteI don't know, I thought both of you had better pics so I didn't post any of mine. I'm a little photographically impotent these days. I need a better camera. It's all about the day-to-day snapshots lately. (yawn)
And though we would hike many other trails as we grew older our thoughts always returned to the nettles of Ramsey's Draft, and the crunching sounds of being stalked in the dark by curious deer-say the above with a Johnboy twang
ReplyDeleteThere's something a little obscene about that pot of noodles with the fleshy appendage interweaved.
ReplyDeleteSo when you got to Gregor's was he on his back with all his little legs twitching, and dung smeared across the ceiling?
ReplyDeleteDid you take pictures?
Did you give Mrs. Samsa and the charwoman my regards?
Oh, I awoke as Gregor Samsa every morning, legs twitching, dung on the ceiling, let me tell you.
ReplyDeleteMrs. Samsa is Gregor's mother who was not allowed in Gregor's room which was jealously guarded by his teen sister who played the violin. Mrs. Samsa had to take on a job once Gregor suffered his metamorphosis.
ReplyDeleteIt really was a hell of a fire once we got it raging.
ReplyDeleteTruly laughing out loud, y'all!
ReplyDeleteWe all suffered a pretty violent metamorphosis with Kev's 'vacate'. i'm doing my best to metamorphosize back to the formal, harder shelled greggor.
At this point there's only beer on the ceiling, in less kev left dung somewhere and didn't tell me.