(March 14 & 16) I am now a 5 mile walk to the train. Woe is me.
The journey starts out in Miller Place.
Off in the distance, you can see the smokestacks from the Port Jefferson Power Station, a few blocks from where I lived for eight years.
The geese are safe from Michael Bloomberg here
It looks a lot more rural here than it really is
No hunting. But really, it’s suburbia, honest!
Someone had a really lousy day.
Lousy enough to make them very angry. But that didn’t change the fact this is a very dangerous road.
And the weathervane has gone down again
Apple’s on fire! … just kidding. Maybe Tony stopped by.
I passed by the House of Viza, but he was not there.
The flowers seem somehow much larger this spring.
(February 25) In the midst of winter, I have seen two beetles in the house. The ladybug escaped from my window frame to turn up dead on the stairs. Then there was this fellow…
Reminds me of a lightning bug for some reason
I’ve no idea what it was, or where it went
I’m kind of frustrated by how these came out. I need a better/not-ruined camera. I need to learn how to use it properly.