No spark today

It is lunchtime and I am taking a walk in the rain. There seems to be almost no electricity in my brain today. I feel no creative spark whatsoever. I see only dull dimness. I do not want to take a picture, because I can't think of one or see one and I do not want to face the torment that Squarespace will ultimately inflict upon me when I attempt to post it. But I have kind of made a habit of documenting various moments throughout the day and people expect it of me. So here is a picture I just now took: Shadow Me in a mud puddle, dead leaves sunk all about.

One who stayed behind

As for Kalib, as the time for him to leave for home drew near he proclaimed, "I'm staying. Got it?!" As it turned out, he has no school tomorrow. So he stayed. And that's all for today. 

I sure hope I can find another one...

And guess what? When Jobe left he left with my Dusty. And an ice cream cone. I had given my Dusty to him – his grandma gave him the ice cream cone. He insisted she scrape the nuts off of it.

A tale of two Dusty airplanes and the grandson and grandfather who loved them

Remember that day, back in August I believe, when I stopped in at the blue house and found Jobe playing with Dusty, a toy cropduster from the movie Planes? Remember how I liked it so much that on my way home I stopped at Target and bought myself a Dusty of my own, along with Skipper, the WW II Navy Corsair character from the same movie? Do you recall how I put those little planes in a place where the boys would not see them when they came out because I knew they would want to play with them and I wanted to keep them in top-notch condition? Well, Kalib found them. As it turned out, Jobe had broken his Dusty on the drive out today and had been heartbroken by the loss. I told him he could go ahead and play with my Dusty, but he had to be careful with it. He interpreted this to mean I had given my Dusty to him. He was thrilled, his broken heart turned into a happy one.

Something mysterious and unknown up in the bare branches

When I came home from photographing the live moose and then the dead moose, I found a copper moose standing on my front porch along with three boys who poured out the door to greet me. I had not seen them since the beginning of the week, but their mom had brought Margie home from babysitting and they had come along."What's that?" Kalib shouted, pointing up into the branches. I looked up, half expecting to see the same eagle I had seen down at the river but all I saw was bare tree branches. 

Note: As I took this picture at home near my computer, I bypassed the Squarespace app due to all the problems, headaches, delays and wasted time Squarespace has been inflicting upon me. It should be noted, however, that doing it this way takes considerable more time than it takes with the app - when the app actually works.