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This week, show us something creepy — because hey, we can’t take photos of rainbows and puppies every day. Well, okay, I guess we can. But let’s branch out anyway! (For more information go here.)
Ok, since everyone thought my first post of an unstuffed cow to this week’s photo challenge was more cute then creepy. I decided to post this one that is sure to make you cringe. I shot it Saturday night in my backyard. By the way, the web was over three feet wide!. I didn’t measure the spider.
My faithful computer of some ten plus years was retired last week. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t do a mass save of everything on old Sally iMac before I turned on the new as yet unnamed replacement. So now I’m in the process of doing it piece by piece. Boring and time consuming. Worse yet … I haven’t found spellcheck yet! So please forgive any typos. Oh, I just gave the new computer a name … Minion J. iMac! And to celebrate the official naming … the first photo to go through the new computer.
If you have visit this site before, you have undoubtedly seen the front entrance of the St. Louis Art Museum on multiple occasions. Well, this is the backside that has recently transformed into a spacious plaza for special events and also serve as the museum’s new sculpture garden. Here’s a quick sample of some of the works on display in the garden. I took notes so I could supply captions for each sculpture, but I can’t find my second sheet of notes. Will correct after my next visit.
After a Sunday evening filled with wall-to-wall video weather wizards spouting impending dire doom from potential tornados that might be lurning in the storm darkened skies, the sun came up on a bright and sunny Monday Memorial Day. Of my seven real uncles (I don’t count my five uncles by marriage as real uncles) five served in WWII and I salute them for their service.
My favorite was the youngest and my namesake … Uncle Jerome. OK, you ask, how could an uncle named Jerome be the namesake of a guy named Robert? Thank a busy-body nun at Sacred Heart Grade School who was convinced he would have a far, far better school-life if he went by his middle name (Robert) than his given name (Jerome). I thank that un-named nun, too, Because by the time I popped into the world, his entire family was calling him Bob instead of Jerry.
OMG, shades of the Village People before their time!
My Uncle Bob was my last surviving uncle. He passed away early this year at age 89.
Due to the overflow of old toys she refuses to throw away, I had to build my faithful companion a new toy box. Now if I can only get her to pick up all the toys see scatters on the floor looking for the one she wants to play with.
Oh, by the way, due to the chill this morning she decided to sleep-in.