Where the Day Takes You

This morning this jaunty little fellow offered Dave a jaunty little wave from his sunflower perch.

These little hermaphrodites traveled all the way from Santa Fe in a paper cup, which they promptly abandoned in favor of our garden.

Lunch was a couple of baskets of fried things (onion rings and french fries), and a couple of burgers (veggie for Dave, meaty for me).

We also had an egg cream, which is the kind of thing that probably went over big in the first half of the last century, simply because people then didn't have access to the ridiculous array of sweet sugar loving treats like we do.

Here I am, with the quartet of calaveras I've made since the workshop. (There are actually two more, still in the green state and as of yet un-transported to the new studio space.)