I don’t know how he did it, but this young buck managed to weave a garland of grass in his downy-looking antlers.
“Just move on,” says he. “I’m still getting used to these things growing on top of my head, okay?”
When pigs fly
This is both a weathervane and an idiom. The term “when pigs fly” is common not only in English, but in Finish and a few other languages, too. You can rank the term with the same likelihood as “when grapes ripen on the willow” (Bosnian), “when chickens have teeth” (French), “when it’s snowing red snowflakes” (Hungarian), and “on St. Never’s Day” (Portuguese).
But then, here’s a flying pig. Now what?
Another sunset
This time birds pepper the sky. I think they may be starlings. We have large flocks of them here.
Seen and recognized
Here’s another one of those “thingy” things from a past that evaporated while some of us weren’t looking. Or maybe you never even saw one.
This is an insulator, once used to protect electrical wires on power poles. I remember seeing them, not that I often stood next to poles, gazing up at them. And I remember seeing them in old stores that smelled of wood and dust and maybe mildew. Stores that sold all kinds of nifty things that were recognizable if you knew how things worked. DH knew what it was. He’s pretty cool that way.
Clouds
I thought we were in for a grand sunset the day I saw these. No such luck. Just another beautiful day in paradise.
The supercarrier
Fort Flagler State Park, on Marrowstone Island, is located adjacent to a U.S. Navy ammunition depot on Indian Island. As we camped last week we saw this aircraft carrier parked at the depot. It caught DH’s attention as it’s one of the few remaining of this type, similar to one he called home long ago.
This is the USS Nimitz on a very rare stop here, its fifth since it was commissioned in 1975. It’s a big ship, over 1,000 feet in length. It offloaded ammunition and conducted crew training while at Indian Island for about five days. It will move next year to Bremerton for maintenance and modernization.
Windplay
Fort Flagler State Park is a beautiful place to camp but it does get windy. Some of the most popular campsites are close to the beach in arguably the most windswept part of the park. Campers in this area celebrate the wind with all manner of flying and twirling color. This is just an assortment. There’s also an entire milieu of forms (flamingos, flags, and mushrooms come to mind) planted closer to the ground.