T.C. Boyle

The secret of the universe.

Soldier fly of the afternoon.

No worries.

The massed masts.

Grebe of the afternoon.

Down here for a paddle, only to be thwarted: Paddle Sports is now closed on Mondays. What to do? Walk the dog on the beach and bring home sushi for Frau B.

You can't trust anything online.

Well said.

I'm up to everything all the time.

Unless she opens really, really wide . . .

Thanks, Sid. It's a typical nigh scene for me . . .

Wow. Great composition. One of your very best, my friend.

Don't feel deprived--at least you have sun.

Thanks for reposting, my friends.

Thanks. Time change.

The newspaper.

The egg.

The dog.

Additional morning.

Morning moon.

The morning, 6:20 A.M.

New night, same black dog.

The termites will protect me.

Lucky you. I write in the morning and early afternoon till the well runs dry.

With Trump getting even richer?

Now that's an omelet.

Once their adult teeth come in.

Indeed.

I vote for the crow.

Any crickets left over?