Halloween yard decor is a big thing around here. A really big thing. A where-do-you-store-all-this-stuff-year-round thing. But this little yard is my favorite this year. This sits beside a modest house of weathered wood cladding and freshly painted trim, the house’s footprint was cut out of a tree line and farmland. It sits right up on the road, at once out of place and perfectly expected.
Beyond the over-dependence on plastic tchotchkes, this scene has one unique feature. You see it right in front of that standing skeleton.
That human-sized wrapped garbage bag. Wrapped in duct tape.
Each time I pass by, that bag is in a different spot. Cracks me up, every time.
The view from office is not bad.
A little kid plays under those trees. What a magical set of memories are getting made under those big full canopies.
(Update: I took that photo at precisely the right time. Two days later, one of those trees has dropped half of its leaves already.)
I went to campus to give a very brief presentation last night. On the way back home I think I saw the comet.
I was driving, on the phone and it was pure timing, which explains the quality of that photo.
It could be a plane, or a smear on the car’s glass for all you know. (I know it isn’t the latter.)
We went for a nice bike ride this afternoon. Well, the first few miles were nice. I swallowed a bug at about eight miles in, enjoyed a coughing and choking fit, got dropped and never really recovered.
Before that, though, I took this photo. This is the one my lovely bride usually takes, but she’s much better at the composition than I am.
Here’s my question. We’re poking along at 20, 21 miles per hour here. That’s not nothing. How does she look so casual there.
After I got dropped, I enjoyed the scenery.
Have you ever wondered what half a million dollars looks like on a farm? It looks like this combine.
Since I had a nice ride today, and it’s now a record-breaking October, and I’m ahead of my mileage projections, and we went to a cycling safety meeting tonight, I wore this shirt.
I made this a few years ago and it’s sat in my closet since then, because I oddly don’t want to wear the things I like, I guess? Worrying about wear-and-tear and stains probably means something. Anyway, it’s a cool shirt. I thought you should see it. I’m thinking maybe I should design all of my own t-shirts.
Like I have more hangars in the closet.
