Summery trots here and there

Sylvester would love to be outside sunning himself but (a) he's scared of the ducks and (b) he's too naughty.

Sun dappled.  My favourite kind of dappling.

Yeah, Juan, man up.

Jesus knows where the anal butter is.

Can't really remember where this is.  Somewhere in Oakland county, dawdling on the way to pick up Thomas one day.

It was a sultry day.

The turtles enjoyed it, though.  I always wonder how they clamber up there.

A few days ago F. and I were at For Mar when a train of about 10 golf carts (I'm not exaggerating) groaning under the weight of be-suited 60+ year-olds trundled by and disappeared into the woods.  We saw them later being given a speech, so one assumes they're possible donors.  Surreal.

This was today - Blue Bell beach and then across the reservoir in two different directions.  The first one is the steam-powered sawmill at Huckleberry Junction and the other is the giant fish over by Stepping Stone Falls.