Crow Butts

This lovely photo, taken when I was hiking at a nearby reservoir netted me... yes, a crow poop on the head.

It could have been worse - a crow poop in the eye...

They both look quite better when clicked upon... please do.

Rabbit Rabbit

July! July!

Curiouser and curiouser

These are strange days indeed.

Been a long time -
could have left my last month's post up...
think anyone would notice?

RABBIT RABBIT

June arrived - surprise
I stayed on the unknown road
It is full of bumps

Crow is well tattered
Survival of the fittest
The sparklies are gone

Grim determined bird
Gamely hanging in the mix
Hopeful optimist

The road ahead has
Become even more obscure
I'll just keep going

RABBIT RABBIT
GOOD LUCK IN MAY
Happy May Day!

May Pole

The most well-known symbol of May Day is the maypole. They go back to the pagan custom in which trees (birch or fir normally) were brought into the village square through a solemn parade. Later, in the 16th and 17th centuries many towns in England erected permanent poles that were left to stand for the rest of the year and decorated only on May Day. The shaft was often painted with stripes and the flower doll was fastened on the top. A tuft of greenery of some sort was left on the end of the pole as a reminder that it was a symbol of the newly awakened spirit of fertility and vegetation.



Colorful ribbons (or streamers) were then hung from the pole and people would dance around it holding the ends of the streamers in such a way that they were woven into a pattern as the dancers progressed. Today the Maypole dance is often performed by traditional English Morris dancers (not just common folks) who wear hats decorated with ribbons and flowers and streamers on their wrists and elbows. They also have bells strapped to their calves, hold white handkerchiefs and clack wooden sticks. The bells and sticks in pagan times were used to frighten evil spirits and the dancers high leaps were believed to encourage the crops to grow tall.


I have always loved the May pole dance, although I can't remember ever really participating in one.

On the road again
Off to the roller derby
Fun in different form

So much dark moisture in the clouds - ...such a thirsty desert below, never receiving the wet drops...



















Albeit a little blurry - the view from my car window while driving from Reno, Nevada to Walnut Creek, California was fabulous and beautiful. The temperature outside was about 85 degrees... hot.




There was cold white snow on the mountain sides...