|Kansas in their heyday|
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
|Inukshuk patrolling familiar ground|
Monday, February 11, 2013
Well, you got your pope pennants, buttons, your pope clothes,
You got your pope binoculars to see him up close
And I cried when I saw that man in white;
I cried, much to my surrounders' delight.
I cried, 'cause I couldn’t breathe anymore; I cried
'cause people were stepping on my feet.
Hey, hey Mr. Holiness way over there,
Maybe we love you, but we're sadly lacking air.
Then he scooted away in that great Popemobile
I was feeling so trampled, I didn’t know what else to feel — Meryn Cadell, The Pope
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chance is buried just below the blinding snow. — Aztec Camera
|Late in the storm on Friday|
Saturday, February 9, 2013
|♪Oh, what a beautiful moooooor-niiiiin'...♫|
Friday, February 8, 2013
|Om nom nom—brownie kebob!|
Thursday, February 7, 2013
|Spectacled owl pair at the Zoo (a bit fuzzy due to the low light)|
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
|Norm Kelly, living in denial|
credit: Steve Russell/Toronto Star
Monday, February 4, 2013
"Find a penny, pick it up, and all the day you'll have good luck."
|Sad penny face|
links to: forgetthebox.net
|Before the lights went out|
Saturday, February 2, 2013
|How could he not see his shadow??|