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Throwback Thursday – Big Red

Throwback Thursday – Big Red

I got a phone call the other night from Ike, the fellow who ended up with my big bore KLR rig. He had some questions about the tail-light wiring. Unfortunately, I couldn't help him; the tail-light was something Larryboy installed before I swapped bikes with him. It...

Dugout Project Update

Dugout Project Update

             A long period of neglect followed Robert’s visit last August to help me start the canoe project. Mushrooms sprouted from the ends of the log (Pholiota populnea, pretty, but unfortunately inedible). I feared the log would turn out to be rotten.            ...

Good Morning

Good Morning

  1/31/26 6:00 40F (4.4C) Calm, cloudy, dry. It is a dark morning. Niether moon nor stars can pierce the cloud cover. The only light comes from the glare of the neighbor's paranoid light. Walter has returned from his tour of the perimeter.  The rooster crowing...

Good Morning

Good Morning

    1/30/26 7:30 40F (4.4C) Calm air, fog, not raining. Yesterday it rained all day. Not hard, but persistently. Wood smoke hung on the ground, clinging to the trees and pooling in the low spots and swales in the orchards, mixing with the light fog....

Good Morning

Good Morning

  1/29/26 6:30 34F (1C) Cloudy and raining. It is a sodden,  drizzly morning.  Even the owl, calling through the darkness,  sounds wet.                      

Good Morning

Good Morning

  1/28/26 6:15 28F (-2.2C) Dark, silent, cold, with a thin overcast and light freezing rain. The deck is pimpled with ice. Only a couple stars pierce the gloom. I am anticipating a trip to the dentist with some trepidation. Good morning.      ...

Good Morning

Good Morning

  1/27/26 6:30 24F (-5.5C) Dim, thin overcast, no wind. It is a quiet morning. Frozen and icy. If there were more light, it would  sparkle. I can smell the cold ash of last night's fire. Walter Dawg is on watch. A silent sentry, his shadowed form backlit by the...