About a mile from me is Lake Murry.
I go there for a late afternoon walk; it’s a beautiful place.
It’s fun to watch the children and the wildlife.
In the second picture, notice that the little girl’s eyes are closed as she’s reaching out to that whatever-it-is bird (avian101?)
Recently two new signs showed up at the Lake:
In California, parents are responsible for the actions of their juvenile children, but wouldn’t you like to see the Officer who arrests the parents of that little girl for feeding that whatever-it-is bird? Viral video here we come….
Besides, who can resist feeding these creatures of Mother and Father Nature?
Wonder what these two pigeons are saying about the new signs:
I’m sure when I show the Judge this picture, s/he’ll let me off:
Of course, if s/he’s a Judge who rules on the law, I’m sunk. I’ll be back after serving my jail time and paying my $20,000 fine.
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My home inspection yesterday was across the street from a huge cemetery. Cemeteries are rare here in San Diego, certainly much rarer than in my home state of Texas where I think there were just as many cemeteries as there were churches.
Although we used to play in the cemeteries in Kingsville, Texas, when I was growing up, and they have tours of cemeteries in New Orleans, I had not been in a cemetery in 20 or 25 years.
I took 357 pictures in the cemetery in a little over two hours. Here are fourteen of my favorites:
The cemetery was actually quite relaxing, and I wasn’t the only one who thought that:
Squirrels were frolicking everywhere but were wary of me:
I saved the best for last. I don’t know if the gal in this picture is a coyote or fox. I’m thinking it’s too big and too light to be a fox. Anyone?
I was at Mt. Hope Cemetery, a municipal cemetery for the City of San Diego. Two other cemeteries are nearby: Holy Cross Cemetery, a Catholic cemetery; and Greenwood Memorial Park, an endowed care cemetery, which means you have to pay big bucks to be buried there.
Cremate me, scatter my ashes one-third at Blacks Beach in San Diego; one-third under the Century Oak at Texas A&M University in College Station, Texas; and one-third on the railroad tracks at the Union Pacific Railroad yard in Omaha, Nebraska. Then forget about me and get back to enjoying life.
Oh, by the way. Ask me how many living people I saw in the cemetery in two hours.
YOU: Russel, how many living people did you see in the cemetery while you were there?
ME: Three. A San Diego Gas & Electric employee was hiding out in his company truck parked under a tree. He was sleeping. Probably wore himself out at the Padres game the day before when we beat the dastardly Dodgers 8-4. A groundskeeper was mowing the lawns. A lady was pulling weeds from around the headstone at the grave she was visiting, obviously not happy with the job the cemetery was doing.