I really don't have much for you this week. I spent the week working, blogging Big Brother shows and live feeds, slept when I could and entertained a certain cat named Vincent. I'm tired.
The weather wasn't so bad this week here in the NJ/NYC Greater Metro Area -- we had some glorious temperature days during which it only got into the mid-70s! Sure, the beach crowd might not like that, but I love it! It's been nice to have my windows open and the air conditioner off.
Other than flowers, I really didn't get much in the way of photos this week. Clicking on an image will open a larger version ...
|Rose of Sharon|
|Pretty pinks on Berckman Street|
|Also on Berckman Street in Plainfield|
|I've got the blues|
|I messed with the colors a bit|
|I see dead people|
When I got on the train yesterday to head to work, this person gave a greeting nod and smile. I returned the nod and smile. He was in drag, a red dress, lipstick and make-up, and I really didn't look too closely, believing him to be a woman at my quick glance. However, this shot between the seats reveals quite the stubble. It must have been some Friday night in Manhattan!
|Using the flash on my camera|
|I so love these flowers!|
|Gull on guard duty|
|Flower of an Hour starting to close up|
|The merry marigold|
|Glories greeting the morning|
Morning glories continue to adorn the fence in back of my apartment building.
|Rosy red, but not a rose!|
|Nature is art|
Even spores of plants past, ready to blow away in the wind, are truly masterpieces.
|There must be a story behind this.|
I noticed these two pieces of jewelry about ten feet apart and placed them together for this shot. This is at the eastbound side of the Bridgewater Train Station. Occasionally one piece of some sort of jewelry might be lost there. But I've never seen two. Hmm. There must be some story behind this. The next time I passed through, both were gone.
|It doesn't prohibit dumping small vehicles|
|Vincent being ever vigilant|
He caught and killed a mouse this past week. He was on alert all day waiting for it, apparently hearing it hours before it dared show its face.