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I love a froggy night

Before the sound survey and related photos above, Al and I took a late-afternoon stroll through some wetter sections of Penn Swamp. Here are a few images ... It was simply a lovely, surreal evening.

A dime and two pennies and it's yours, Tommy. Alfie has already autographed his copies by placing huge arrows in the 10 X 24 (foot!) photos (these'll cover an entire wall; it's why the frames are a tad bit expensive, Guy) and signing each their I am! Ugh. I just want 'em outta here; hence...

Aah, yes. The future country of Texas. :) Super geology photos, Bob; exotic, beautiful.

Alfie dreams $800 framed $600 unframed $1000 framed and signed by Whip $0.12 (12 cents) signed by Alfie

Seems like yesterday. What was most funny, I was loving every minute of it (we were lifting the canoe over obstacles more than paddling by a 10 to 1 ratio) while Alfie was repeatedly muttering words not fit to print. But that was back when we did crazy things. Nothing but the beaten paths...

That's why I follow you ...

Today's swamp session was rained out. Alfie probably had a point this morning, responding to my calling out wet by barking that I'd be getting soaked in the swamp anyway. He added, "So what's the big deal, Sissy?" Rednecks are tough. I felt guilty as poop, but went back to bed and slept...

Boids. lol Bring 'em on, hawk.

I was drawn to this video because of the musician. I'm sure nobody here has heard of him; Saul Stokes lived in Philadelphia several years back and I nearly stalked him around town as he used to wander the city and perform fringe-like electronic-music concerts. (He's returning to Philadelphia...

sunset I usually stop before I reach the bay-side village, or what's left of it. Once the cold front cleared town toward evening, I headed back down the south side of the Cohansey. I passed by my reclining trees, along the road overly often posted on this thread, where I usually wander...

Guy, A rogue storm cloud with attitude issues picked on me. This happened Monday morning. There were thunderstorms in the general area, but it was pretty nice here at home when a lightning bolt hit very near to the house. I'm pretty sure the lightning accessed my computer through my phone...

Alfie, And she makes up words better than you! :)

Alfie, For future reference. They're (THEY ARE) Bill's photos. If the photos belong to more than one, it would be their photos. There's no way the photos could be yours though, because you don't have my talent in squaring up a scene. You are one handsome dude, though...

Call it escapism; it seems like Sunday evening rides to the bay are becoming a habit. A couple of hours before sunset, the truck gets loaded with the audio gear, the camera, a pizza from the pizzeria downtown, a quart of iced tea and some reading material. Home sweet home; a secluded...

As Alfie has mentioned on another thread, my computer was zapped by a bolt of lightning. RIP, Dell. Alfie seems to think it was an act of a supreme being. I think it's only piss poor luck. As Arnie sez, I'll be back.

The post originally here has been moved to "bay days" thread.

And all this time I thought you were giving them one-word reproduction instructions! :)

They're 'freda's prints. I don't dive headfirst into waters for frogs. You should hear the recording of the evening. The first several model recruits escaped capture and the capturer didn't have very nice things to say. Whip