An oppossum in the nighttime glow of the yard light, sniffing for insects in the freshly cut grass.
Two oppossums in the nighttime glow of the yard light, sniffing for insects in the freshly cut grass.
Following the stagnant 2023, I do feel that 2024 is a year of possumbilities that I hope I can make happen. [Image: nocturnal visitors, #IowaSummer23]
A JW hijacking my #IowaSummer23 Amish post to call all other but their own church a cult has certainly been peak German Bluesky angst for me so far.
Umzugshelfer ~ #IowaSummer23
This year, our favorite Amish neighbours left, mostly for Wisconsin. They left behind both the erosion of the land ("the kids won't have muddy feet anymore", they joked) and their culture. [A once very conservative community now turning "English", including the booze.]
I might post more photos from my #IowaSummer23 if you don't mind. It was a special time for me, a desperately needed break from the pandemic. I walked among fellow humans and howled with the coyotes, and somewhat recovered physically and emotionally.
🎵
Crazy Chester followed me
And he caught me in the fog
He said, “I will fix your rack
If you’ll take Jack, my dog”
I said, “Wait a minute, Chester
You know I’m a peaceful man”
He said, “That’s okay, boy
Won’t you feed him when you can?”
🎶
Image: Sadie riding shotgun, #IowaSummer23
🎵When the wheels fall off, when the waters rise
Feels like we’re not enough, when we run and hide
When the house burns down, when the road dead ends
Feels like a ghost town, you’re my only friend🎶
#IowaSummer23
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