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Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Like the majority of the rest of eastern half of continental United States, Indiana is home to seasonal and year-round water foul. I guess I always knew this growing up here, but it took leaving Indiana for three years to live in Northern California and come back again to really understand how close large wild bird populations come to humans here. Our apartment complex is within walking distance of no less than half a dozen wetlands.
Immediately after this picture was taken the bird pictured made a hasty retreat. I posit that the only reason it stayed so long was that it was trying to finish whatever possibly breaded item it was snacking upon.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
I dropped Ash off at Barnes & Noble and headed to PetsMart a few doors down to buy Spike's dog food. I barely made it there before calling Ash and telling her to walk down and meet me.
The above scene was what played out before me.
Two horses and the pair of women riding them had started outside and then, without warning, directed themselves inside. Horses in big box store are generally reserved for fever dreams I've had when my temperature has topped 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I had honestly never imagined this in my waking life.
I still have no firm answer as to why they were there. They were later seen ambling down the grass beside the highway.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
The fireworks store near my apartment sell dreams for cash.
The advertising contained on and around the packaging is astonishing. Pop culture references are traded back and forth (all stop just short of outright copyright infringement.) Bright colors are everywhere. Adjectives and hyperbole are the order of the day.
The promise is simple: light, sound and smoke.
The explosive pictured above was the largest item I saw for sale in the store. The wick looked real. I have no idea what happens if you light it.
I imagine it's loud.