FLY INTO THE DANGER ZONE...

This little guy flew into our yard the other day. He spent about 20 minutes watching me watch him. I politely asked from whence he came and by what name he favors. He remained silent but focused and reticent till his departure. If anyone out there knows his family name, please let me know. I can't say that I've seen his kind before.

HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU, KID

This is certainly not your everyday truck. This one has character, personality, and a whole lot of charm. The paint job is right out of Spray-Paint 101, no air brushing on this baby. It's also very easy to find in a parking lot.

HE OVER STATES THE OBVIOUS

I have displayed more than a few shots on this web sight that were taken in cemeteries. They contain beautiful sculpture, touching verse, and the occasional oddity. The above shot defies convention. The dearly departed is sending a message to the living. Enlarge the photo and read the inscription in the lower right corner. Truer words were never spoken.

SPORTSMAN OF THE YEAR

I don't really know what to say about this statue. The owner must not have been happy gazing upon the sculptor's work and felt the need to embellish it. And that, he did. I cleaned up the image a tad to allow viewing by all age groups. I had to use Photoshop since I was unable to find a fig leaf. I don't suppose any of you have something similar in your backyards? I thought not.

IN THE OCTOPUS'S GARDEN IN THE SHADE...

Many people go to great lengths to decorate their homes at this time of year. I'm sure many of you have seen Santa in his sled being pulled by 'Ole Red Nose' and the boys (they were actually girls, you know;the 'boys' shed their antlers in winter but not the girls). But I digress. I bet none of you have seen a Christmas Octopus. Well now you have. Kind of makes you wonder what Halloween might have been like.

OSTER SHREDDER

Another one of Those weird pieces of "Modern Art." Looks rather interesting from afar. Not quite sure what, or if, it represents. I believe it looks like a combination of a paper-shredder and a blender.

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

Many people have made inquiries as to where I originally hail from. Well, I really am not permitted to say. Some have hinted that it is "not from around here," and, no, I have never been in New Mexico. At least not around Roswell. I will show you a shot I took on returning from home. I took this just before reentry (I mean landing). So there you have it. I hope that answers all your questions. Oklahoma is lovely this time of year.