Only Three Photos

While in Conover, WI last week, I took only three photos, and they were all of this eagle. And they were all the same poor quality…sigh.

We were driving down the road when we saw him/her, and I had a bit of a jog back to take the pictures. He/she had found the perfect spot by a lake.

About two miles down the road we saw the other contender for our national bird. The turkey hopped out of the way of the car in the nick of time. I really think the founding fathers made the right choice because there really isn’t a lot of meat on a Bald Eagle. Of course, I suppose they might have been farm raised if they’d become our traditional Thanksgiving dinner.

However, I think it would have been a tough sell to make the turkey seem noble and aloof.

Illo Friday "Gravity"

I was in bed reading last night when there was a horrendous crash. Peering over the top of my book revealed the bare supports for my closet shelf. Peering around the side of my book revealed the shelf askew atop a jumble of clothes in the bottom of my closet.

That which the supports had faithfully sustained for 11+ years finally became too heavy for them, and they shrugged the burden off their shoulders by wittingly sacrificing a portion of the wall to which they themselves were fastened. There is something sinister there, but far more disturbing is the heap of chaos I must now wrestle into some semblance of order again—no small feat, and sacrifices will have to be made. Some articles of clothing will not be returning to the closet.

On the upside, never have I had a more perfect illustration to submit to Illustration Friday before. Might I suggest that next week’s word be a bit less calamitous than this week’s “gravity?” Perhaps “puppy” or “unmitigated joy and riches”—or something along those lines? Thanks very much.