front door web

I'm on the front porch. The sun is setting. The neighbor is working in the sweet potato patch. If I could turn webs into gold I wouldn't have to work.

Is it work to make the web?

non-fatal in Mascot

I posted September 2007, eleven months ago, a deadly wreck at Mascot, the intersection of Stumptown and Newport roads. Notice the memorial cross on right edge of pic, beside first cop to arrive. Last week I rather soberly trudged off again, camera in hand. Happily, it was a fender bender.

Second police car arriving at left; cars in accident center and right.

If you are going southwest on Newport at speeds excessive of normal, this is a blind intersection. Could the township put up a sign to make this safer? Yes. Would it cost society more than it will cost to fix this fender bender? No. Is this sane?

How does it happen than one person dies and another walks away?

salmon supper

Last evening the Waterfields had supper with us. Anna, second from left, beside Dorcas, ends a six-year mentorship. Continuing clockwise is Chuck, me, Sue, and Maria.

Let's pull in a close-up of Dorcas and Anna. At church every youth gets paired with an adult just to be friends until high school graduation.

toad in grass

If all life is a web, then I guess someday when I sit down my knees will splay way out and if someone kisses me they will get warts. The two-eyes-forward thing already applies. From boyhood I seem to remember that toads pee on your hand if you catch them. I left this guy hide, camouflaged in the grass near our door.