Once again, I don't have all that much to report here. The weather's been muggy most of the week. I don't like muggy. I'd say I don't do muggy but I don't have much choice in the matter.
I do see some rest on the horizon -- I have two four-day work weeks ahead of me, then a staycation for my birthday week, the season finale of Big Brother and the start of Survivor. It's going to be amazing to not cope with only three or four hours of sleep a night. I forgot what that's like. And, today I can actually nap all day if I want as I'm off tomorrow for the holiday! Yay.
On the home front, all is well. No one stole my newspaper this morning, but it was delivered much later than it has been in the past. Usually it's out there by 5:30am. Today I found it on my fourth trip down at about 7:30. Maybe that's what happened last week. I might have given up on it too early and someone eventually did snag it. I don't use the front door of the apartment building, so it might have happened that way. Oh, well. At least during one of the trips I dropped off my rent in the secure mail slot doohickey for the landlord. It had that huge $5 increase for the new lease.
Onto this week's photos ...
|Here's lookin' at you, kid|
I ended up having a fantastic photo session with a praying mantis this week. More photos of her (I think her) after the jump.
|A cacophony of flowers|
These are going amok this year at the house on the corner of Richmond and East Front in Plainfield.
|A teensy snail!|
I barely noticed this teensy snail near the railing handle to go up the steps at the Bridgewater Train Station. But I did notice it. So I had to shoot it.
|See how teensy!|
This is my index finger next to it. I have big fingers.
|Such a delicate shell|
|Autumn colors popping up|
Over last weekend things started to change a bit. It's definitely not because it's cold! It must be the different angle of the sun.
|Monday morning ... sigh|
Approaching the Plainfield Train Station from East Third Street. They finally fixed the Sandy-darkened traffic lights, yet the stop signs remain pink with age.
I've been watching this spider on Berckman Street in Plainfield. Unlike so many of my searches, I quickly found out what it is -- a female cross orbweaver. Although I definitely don't want it in my apartment, this is way cool in its element. I was disappointed the day after heavy rains when it seemed to be gone. But, nope! She has been rebuilding her little empire. Legs extended, she's probably just shy of an inch. Cool. But don't bite me!
|Cross orbweaver hanging in there|
|Whoa! Busy little gal!|
|Taking over lots of space|
|Into the spider's web|
I gave a close-up of the web the old black and white treatment.
|Currently growing on the fence|
These are growing now on the fence alongside my apartment building. The morning glory is still on the back fence.
Gathering in the morning, shriveled up by the afternoon. I'm finding that due to either weather or perhaps chemical control, stinkhorn mushrooms growing in wood chips aren't AS prevalent this season. Yet they thrive by this one tree while other trees in the area have none. Bridgewater, NJ.
I noticed this praying mantis outside my workplace. She (I think it's a she) was very cooperative and apparently wanted to be an internet star. She was very aware of the camera, turning her head towards it as I took shots from several angles. Yet she remained there as if she knew I meant no harm. Cool.
|GEICO banner plane|
I've posted photos of the blimps that hover around Bridgewater, NJ, and have mentioned this banner plane before. Alas, it's not a great shot as the plane flies with the banner so far behind it. Last week I saw a lighted blimp in the night skies over Plainfield on Saturday. My photos of that one didn't turn out well. (Grr.) I have no clue what the lighted letters on it read.
|Don't lean on the fence!|
Practically every opening in this fence rail has yellow jacket wasps nesting in it. Bridgewater Train Station.
|A fungus grows in Plainfield|
Growing at the base of a tree on East Front Street, Plainfield.
|After the weekend|
Hiccup! (No, it wasn't mine.) I spotted this abandoned bottle of beer after what must have been a wild weekend downtown in Plainfield.
|Can't I roll in catnip in peace?|
No, Vincent. I must chronicle your most embarrassing moments. Ha!