" Why, if I had me a nickel for every buffalo I've killedfrom moving trains...."
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A journal of sightings of raccoons coming out of and going into the storm grate at our corner in Waukesha WI. (& etc.) The bent is nature with occasional forays elsewhere.
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- Happy birthday
- BIG FISH EAT LITTLE FISH
- Mayhap a bookmark for you?
- Again and again, etc.
- neverunderestimateanoldbroad
- Lenten reflection
- Money cannot buy
- Missing molds, this terrestrial plain
- LIVE FREE OR DIE trying
- RhuThe late Jack Hale was our stepbrother. Finall...
- The pipes, the pipes are calling..........
- The daring young squirrel / flying trapeze
- My heart's in Ellison Bay
- Winke, Jeff, writer of Haibun
- RIP
- The kindness of neighbors....
- old credo; today's tangerine
- Cut-crystal bowl (antique) holds floating candle
- Be so called
- Click on images if you dare
- " Why, if I had me a nickel for every buffalo I've...
- Noah,
- Marian McPartland and friends: NPR broadcasts
- Bespangled behemoth
- I got it! I GOT IT!
- Think you've got it good?
- Marty's Pizza: another public service announcement
- It's always something dep't
- In a modeling mode?
- Why I read the New York Times
- Six to 2, Two to Six (6-2, 2-6 etc.)
- Stick-to-it-iveness; (Uncle) Walt Mason, poet 1862...
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