I am still using the digital camera with the broken viewfinder and controls. The images I snap are weirdly cut off, dreamily blurry and (when I get lucky, fortunate and blessed) engagingly surreal.
Tortoise Cat tugs me out more often for neighborhood strolls these days. Because she is a cat who refuses to tread on snow or ice, I imagine she is dreading the onset of winter.
Today she gnashed her favorite cat-grasses, still growing lushly in the church courtyard garden down the block, with gusto.
Several Monarch Butterflies visited this garden and lingered from September 10 to 13. Today only one remained. Earlier this month, a major flutter of Monarchs descended here and I was surprised by the second wave.