Small Town Wren

This comes courtesy of my wonderful friend John. He listens to this so often that I cannot think about Carl Sagan without thinking about him.

I still have my ode to Halloween in the works, but I’m still quite exhausted from all the antics. I do, however, have bruises, and how I love them.

I look like a battered woman, and in some ways, I am.  A lover or dis-affectionate friend did not give these to me, however.  The best party in the world did.  I spent Halloween in a mosh pit, and I fought hard.

I found these today, and I find them quite stunning.  There’s so much right with them, that it’s hard to isolate any one of thing that stands above the rest.  Hilda was first painted by Duane Bryers in 1958.  That may, in fact, be the best part.

Via 4otos. Way more examples there, too.