|Lots of private planes|
|Dear Mayor Ivan: please do not renew this ship's permit.|
It does damage, doesn't help Culebra and needs to go elsewhere.
|Obviously the people on this corner put feed out for the chickens on this scrap of foam.|
I'd love to get them a metal bowl to do the same before the birds eat more of the foam.
Or it blows away. Into the water.
|Choose your Culebra.|
|Winter in the bay|
On the way home I noticed this flower...if it is a flower. I know I've seen it before but maybe because I was so close, I really saw it, in all of its stages. It looked beautiful and slightly malevolent at the same time.
Does anyone know its name?
The other day I was coming into the driveway and a little bird flew out of this tree, hopping and flapping its wings. It was hard to tell if it was a baby that was hurt or just a baby testing its wings. I decided to leave it alone and keep an eye on it. Yesterday it did the same thing. I looked a little closer at where it came from and realized it was a Mama doing the 'I'm injured! Look at me and not my babies!' dance.
Have a motionful Monday. Do something minutely mesmerizing.