Part 1: A Good Morning
Brunch! Scrambled eggs, veggie Italian sausage with parsley, and a delectable homegrown heirloom tomato bruschetta. AND a couple bottles of Gruet (one Brut, one Blanc de Noirs) laced with vanilla bean gelato.
does that not look scrumptious?!
Part 2: A Shitty Day
Still full from the huge brunch and burping up about a liter's worth of bubbly, I decided to take a pleasant walk (no pleasant talk, but still a sheer delight) to free up some space and remind my legs and lungs what they're supposed to be doing. Is it just me or does the pace at which you walk affect your thought process? If I walk quickly I become self-absorbed (even by my lofty standards), though I usually create my most brilliant literary/linguistic works of art (most of which I am unable to recollect once in the midst of pen and paper). Walking quickly is dangerous; I think so internally and so heavily that I see life in a more existential light. But slacken my pace and I almost forget about my existence, so enveloped am I by my surroundings, boring though I may normally find them. Such as: stink bugs! Have you ever watched these buggers in their natural environment? They were bountiful, and as such on my mind, but I didn't pay close heed until I found two embroiled in what I can only assume was an epic brawl. Apparently they are very territorial, at least according to my own personal beetle sociology studies, and these two were ready to cut throat for a slice of new land. These two were wrestling something fierce for maybe 30 seconds and then split up and the loser retreated about a foot and a half to what was most likely his original plot. Then I looked around and noticed a fair few little patches of rocky dirt each being carefully patrolled by a keen-eyed, fisticuffed beetle. But they were all fairly stoic under my gaze, causing me to wonder if I had witnessed the end or interrupted the climax of the aforementioned beetle brawl. So, having successfully disrupted the natural order of the sting bug, I continued on my journey.
Anyway, I took a bunch of pictures and here they are!
Sky!
Sky
Sky
Sky
Sky...
And finally, more sky...
Dead beetle!
A hole in the asphalt, I wonder how it came to be and to where it leads
A bunny rabbit; look closely
A tumbleweed that just popped out of a pipe?
Said pipe. Upside down.
Yellow flowers
A snakeskin that was deemed superfluous just before re-entering the homestead.
Hay...? Por freaking qua?!
Road X-ing
Camera 1
Camera 2
Camera Both!
Me at the entrance of pipe 1 (upside down)
Umm, red floss in the middle of nowhere? Or something like that.
More yellow flowers. I guess.
Misplaced wood. I really have no idea what this is doing here.
Ants!
Stinkbug!
Tumbleweed graveyard, aka arroyo. But the photo doesn't really do it justice.
I just broke up a little beetle sexy time, sorry guys. Why 3? The third was a voyeur, so I don't apologize to him (assumption), only to the two lovebirds; hopefully they found a more private place to rendezvous.
A lamppost?
A lamppost!
Dog fur, ewwww!
Now for the Shitty Part!
Poo
Poo
Poo
This picture is undoubtedly intriguing: Plant vs. Poo
This one reminded me of the intro to 2001: A Space Odyssey, the poo being the monolithic rock around which the apes do battle. Monolithic poo. Awesome.
Stevie Wonder would be proud: Ebony...
and Ivory!
Bye-bye!
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