A Windward Dog

I'm always wondering what kinds of things in the environment dogs are aware of because of their sense of smell. Although I'm guessing that most of the time it's probably something that I really don't want to be aware of anyway... like the puddle of dog pee down the road, or knowing that the baby down the street crapped itself, or knowing that the guy making your burger didn't wash his hands after taking a piss, etc.


Passively smelling high-velocity odors.

Curiosity Satisfied

When I go shopping at the local store, I always see something called a kiwano, also aptly named a horned melon. I've been wanting to try it for months now. The other week, I finally bought one:


Photographed to record the epic moment. It tastes like a combination between a kiwi, cucumber, and an apple. It's also about as easy to eat as a pomegranate. Meaning it's a pain in the ass to eat.

Lincoln Park Zoo, Pt. 2

Forgot I had some more shots from my 70-300mm lens testing at the zoo.

Different, but more of the same. Or something like that:


There were a group of flamingos hanging out. While they mostly got along, a couple of them would start trying to beat each other up, seemingly at random (but I'm guessing not). You know, these flamingos didn't seem all that pink to me. They must need more Beta carotene.


Legs. Tags. Dirt. Crap.


Preening.


Ostriches do not actually bury their heads when scared.


Giraffe. Long eyelashes.

Maybe one or two more later (of animals without long necks).

Planes, Cupcakes, Tango, Steaks, Pizza, Hot Dogs, Beer, Wine...

...capoeira, harmonicas, rain, sunshine, and a wet dog were just some of the things involved when my brother Eric visited this weekend.


I watched some planes fly by from a Steak & Shake parking lot while waiting for Eric's plane to land.


A chocolate cupcake made by Cathy. I watched my brother devour a couple of these after slathering obscene amounts of Cathy's homemade almond frosting on them.

Madness

Iffy-weather weekends.


Quentin and Kya behind a stadium.