One of my heroes. Good night Jane Goodall. You were the best of humanity.

Good night, Jim Lovell.

There is something seriously wrong with this man

There is something seriously wrong with this man.

I am posting this here as a place saver. My dog died today, but after burying him I need to collect myself before finding a picture of him to share. Stewie was a small dog who never showed any aggression and was a fine companion with whom to share my reading chair. Here is his sweet eye.

Pet Sounds with Al, Brian, and Blondie. Quite a few years back.

What the fuck? I know. Another distraction to flood the zone with shit that is against the law, but ridiculously petty.

My nephew with Roger Daltrey's tambourine at The Who concert four years ago. My niece with Roger Daltrey's tambourine from The Who concert three years before first picture. My brother is raising them right.

Three months ago, I rescued this kitten. Her first night. No cat food, so I put her near the dog dish and she climbed in and ate her fill. Less than a pound then, she is approaching cathood. Meet Stellaluna, my Halloween bat without wings.

No filter. Phone was wet. Aspen meadow in Winter. Colorado.

I took a Petite Madeleine to Proust's grave.