Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I don't remember ever explicitly hearing the 2nd half, though it was sometimes humorously implied. I seem to recall it more in the sense of "Boy, I'm glad I'm not in your shoes!!"

they're not the only ones!

quiet
as moonlight
on snow

mud - everywhere
from here to the mailbox
and beyond - mud

nope, looks like you got it this time - brought me to Flickr, to a picture of your namesake in what I presume is your backyard, & a few others.

It might just be me & my paleocomputer, but I cannot open the image. It doesn't even show up as a link when I hover the cursor over it... anyone else having the same problem?

It's interesting how each stage seems to have its own players. Starting from bare dirt, the grasses seem to come first, & low weedy plants - then the brambles arrive, to get crowded out by even woodier stemmed stuff, & eventually trees. (Hereabouts, white pines & birches seem to the 1st to arrive, b...

yeah, it is dark - for me the appeal is from a linguistic POV. Just this morning, for some unknown reason, I flashed on a saying we used to bandy about in high school: "Your ass is grass!", meaning "Oh, you're in trouble now!". Why grass? I can understand "your ass" - a much abused body part often k...

some Creek - looks like it's issuing right out of the rock!

man, I can relate to this one. Three years conceding to arthritis - one to the pain, then one for each surgical intervention. Takes a toll. What's this I hear about aging gracefully?

nine out of ten
ain't bad

Hey, ya made it! Welcome, traveler - lots of good stuff here. Still feeling the aftershocks of October 7, but things are starting to move forward. Nice to see you here!

I just got in from a follow-up tramp! At one of the spots I stopped to soak in the ambience I was surrounded by chickadees, almost certainly checking me out. Like you, I caught only an occasional glimpse - just a flash of motion now & then from one hiding spot to another. But they were talking up a ...

Beautiful! I've seen glimpses of them, but I'm more apt to hear than to see them. Their characteristic call is a kind of twanging, loose-banjo-string note: "chip-BOINNGG".

Hey Steve, thanks for coming along on this jaunt. I've taken lots of pictures of wolf trees along the way, and hunted down a few of my favorites in anticipation of this write. I didn't actually clear the trail from my stone wall to the staging area - just marked the way with bits of forestry ribbon....