We used to buy our beef locally, a side at a time. I have no idea if we got the left side or the right side, but I used to look out my window at work to see the cow in question looking back. It’s a rancher’s thing to be proud of the ability to look lunch in the eye without flinching, and a relief to me to know what I ate was well cared for. There are all kinds […]
I went on a bike ride with my camera and tried to take pictures while moving like I do in the car. Turns out it’s harder.
It’s really hard to tell, but if you look closely at the mountains a little to the right, you can see the snow.
Anyone know what an article of clothing called a “wife beater” is? I was reading a vampire book and ran across this passage: “As Butch stepped into the main room, he got a load of Rhage’s ensemble for the night: Black leather trench coat fell from his shoulders to his ankles. Black wife-beater was tucked into leathers. Shitkickers topped him out at six-eight or so.” I was sure it was a kind of shoe, but that doesn’t fit here. So […]
Quit looking at the mountains. Over there, toward the left kind of snaking along – that’s the bike path.
I know it’s hard to tell, but this is one of those mazes the farmer cut into his corn field. This particular place has done it every year for years now. It’s quite extensive.