For the television fans -- make sure you check out my hamster introduction post. I plan on checking out the videos today and will probably post more on the upcoming Big Brother 15.
I spent the early part of the week getting caught in downpours on my way home from work. Yes, just as I was leaving, we'd get thunderstorms and torrential rain. Grr. One day, one of my co-workers was kind enough to tell me -- "Oh, they've put up a tornado watch. There's rotation in the cloud." Thanks, like I needed that news as I was heading out into it! No, there was no tornado. I just got soaked despite my umbrella.
Thankfully, by midweek, we actually got in some days with no rain whatsoever. That's been very rare the last month or so. I just know that come August we'll be worried about drought and the lack of rain! That's how things seem to go. I'll put up with it as long as I don't have to deal with another storm like Sandy again. I just ask that the timing be a tad better -- for four days in a row, it started to storm right as I was leaving work. Y'know, Mother Nature, overnight rain would work out much better for me. Thank you in advance!
There isn't much else to report on this week. I worked. I ate. I slept some. I got stuck under a cat for long periods of time. So, we may as well go onto the photos for the week ...
Last week I saw these had bloomed just a half-mile away from my 'hood, but hadn't come to life here yet. This week, they're going wild and I love it! Berckman Street, Plainfield.
|Weed or nature being creative?|
Even in its most common efforts, I find nature so intricate and stunning!
|What? A snail?|
This was on the overpass by the Bridgewater Train Station. Now, I've never seen a snail in New Jersey. I thought someone put it there. Yet, when I picked it up, it was stuck a bit to the surface and there appeared to be a dehydrated snail within. Huh. Then, two days later, I found a smaller one, also dead, about 50 yards away.
Until they mow the grounds at the Plainfield Train Station, the chicory is in bloom. On my early days, these blossoms are all closed up. I took this later on Saturday morning.
|Way cool car|
I spotted this way cool old Plymouth, probably in better condition than when it was fairly new, at the gas station. Church and East Second Streets in Plainfield.
These grow every year at the Bridgewater Train Station. I don't trust them anyway. I'll buy blackberries or go where they're deliberately grown for consumption.
I can't see a mockingbird without singing in my mind. Bridgewater Train Station.
|Young mourning dove|
One of the new babies this year at the Bridgewater Train Station. Note the tummy is still all downy!
|Eek! A bug!|
I didn't realize when I stooped down to shoot this pretty bit of yellow that there was a bug looking back at me!
|Ah, pretty little wildflowers|
|Don't eat them!|
But they do make for pretty color! Bridgewater Train Station.
|A wall of poison ivy|
The poison ivy at the Bridgewater Train Station has gone amok! It's thriving on all the rain we've had. This is actually a chain link fence. Yes. Yes, it is.
My first sightings of these mushrooms so far this year. I never saw any while growing up as no one (or few) used wood chip mulch back then. While some insects are attracted to them, I usually see flesh flies (the ones who feed on carrion) on them. As you can see, the top is sticky. Not only is it sticky, but it's smelly, too. Similar to a skunk's defense, the smell keeps animals from chowing down on the stinkhorn.
Gotta get the pollen, gotta get the pollen. East Front Street, Plainfield.
|Work, work, work|
He was so busy going from blossom to blossom that I couldn't get many good shots of him.
|Passing, yet still neat|
Yes, its glory days are gone. Yet it still makes for interesting photo fodder. Bridgewater, NJ.
These purple flowers are growing amongst a patch of tiger lilies on Berckman Street in Plainfield.
|Glorious tiger lily|
These came to life everywhere around here this week. Berckman Street, Plainfield.
|Strangers on a train|
I realized that I didn't take any shots of Vincent this week as I was getting the photos together. So, I decided to give you some vintage Vincent. This is Vincent on the NJ Transit train heading home the day I adopted him in Manhattan (NYC, not Kansas). I knew he was a special cat that very first day. 9/12/09