A bit before eleven-thirty last night my son called me to say that purple car (my father's car) had been causing him adventures and he thought it was driving well enough right then but he was on his way from Oakland, so . . . "And you called me to warn me that you might be needing to be rescued later?" I asked ( Read more... )

I put up a gallery of a small fraction of my latest "fecund seasons" pictures. If you know raptors, could you take a look? I can't identify the one bird -- the pictures are not great, alas. I wish I could peg the focus on the digital camera. It wobbles out of focus, lags, otherwise annoys me.