Let me go.
Let me go to where I need to be.
Out in a meadow with the dragonflies.
Out in the tall strong grass with the whispy tops and feathery seeds.
Among the fragrant petals and mighty wings, the strong limbs and piercing eyes, the warm wind and pillowy clouds.
Let me go to capture time,
to freeze a glance,
a steal a stare,
an ear shutter,
a tail flicker,
a wing flutter.
Let me go away from what holds me back, from what others believe I need to do.
Let me go.
Leave me be.
Let me be free.

Hey thereeeee.

How you do'in? Folks, all I want to do is take pictures. Unfortunately, I have to go collect a paycheck at this place I work at, which leaves me little time to do what I want to do. I'm sorry I have been distant. Thank you all who worried about my whereabouts! I feel much loved.

So first you got a little poem. How lucky you are. Now here you can see, I have been creating things that dont exist again. And of course, you get a choice of black & white...
















Or color.















And now for some actual events -
Here we have my fish. They appear to be awake after a long hibernation. The Shabumkin is the calico and my favorite little guy. He was coming up to eat and actually balanced himself on the heater coil to get the pellets. Sometimes, luck is on my side. Dont forget to click on the picture to make it bigger...
Go on.
It's worth it.


















I love these tails.
















I have also discovered that there is a critter living under my house. He or she has dug some holes of good size in my garden. What kind of burrowy creature dares to live in South Side? We have yet to see, but he better leave my fish alone.



















And one more for good measure -

I know Q has put on a couple pounds since the kitten food has been out... But I believe he may suffering from what we shall call, "foodbag syndrome".













Gotcha, you fat bastard. All that hard work at keeping the kitten food out just for the kitten. I should have known you were up to something after you proceeded to get bigger instead of smaller.

Anyway, there you go. Oh and Earl had a good fish story too. He caught a muskie, although he wasn't fishing for one. It came, it bit, it cut line, it left. Poor Earl.

So as you can tell, I have not disappeared... I would like to, but they just wont let me.