Thursday, June 29, 2017

Bog Log

This is another one of those things you never expected to get for Xmas.

And maybe you didn't.

Maybe I really didn't either. Maybe I misread the tag. That could be it.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Bog Hole

I seem to have a fixation with bogs.

Can bogs have holes? Wouldn't the water run out? What about all the little skittery critters? Wouldn't they go down the drain too?

We may never know unless you go and have a look. No, you go.

Sunday, June 25, 2017


OK, there's a word that gets your attention.

(Now what am I supposed to say?)


Friday, June 23, 2017


Good word, berm.

I wonder what it means, and if it really has anything to do with pigs.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017


This has nothing to do with bears.

Unless you know where a bear is, where one isn't, and want to know how to get from the one place to the other. But do you need a compass for that?

Maybe you do. Me, no, not so much. Not at all, come to think of it.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Bear Encounter

Not always terrifying.

Not all bears are furry backcountry grunting bush sniffers.

Sometimes you learn stuff.

Saturday, June 17, 2017


Life's a beach, right?

And then you die, right?

And then what? No one ever goes there.

Thursday, June 15, 2017


Sometimes, in some places, some things happen.

Like in space, where no one can hear you scream.

I scream, you scream, we all scream for rats. In the bayou. Or something.

Rats are not really all that bad. Really. Bayous — well... Maybe I can get back to you on that.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017


Some are like this, some are not.

Well, most are not.

Not what?

Whatever, OK?

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Attractive Nuisance

Well, nuisance, anyway.

I'll let you decide what's attractive.

Friday, June 09, 2017


If it's only a spect, then maybe it don't mean much.

Unless you're driving at night, in summer, in Minnesota, and then you gets millions of spects, not just a spect, and they're all over your windshield.

That's life, such as it is, in some places.

Wednesday, June 07, 2017


Yeah, well, "apex" has many meanings.

Especially among my relatives and former co-workers.

Did you realize that you can spell that as cow orkers? Seems more appropriate that way, don't it?

Thursday, June 01, 2017

Animal Unit

If I were a duck, I'd probably never bang my forhead.

And anyhow, really — I wouldn't even have one, would I? And I'd be a nice brightcolor, able to count up to one.