The shed locked up tight,
all my tools
safe from thieves.
The shed itself
is not safe—subject
to time, gravity,
and the carpenter bee
that always carries
his tools with him.
I was able to spend some time with the boys today, after they came home from school. We found this big skink, about 8″-9″. This isn’t the first one we’ve found, or the first one that I’ve blogged about–I guess the backyard is a welcoming skink habitat. Here’s a pretty good shot.
I came in a little closer, trying not to scare it away.
A little closer still.
This guy’s had a tough go of it–notice the scars on his head and back, and it looks like a fairly new tail. Moving in for the big-time closeup, and . . .
Yeah, he split pretty fast, made me jump. Up the tree he went. You can just make him out, center of the picture, left side of the trunk.
I saw a lot of other wildlife. Here’s two of the boys, digging in the ground for bugs. They get that honestly, I suppose.
I’ve not posted in a while. In fact, I’ve not written anything in a while—partly due to lack of time, partly due to a feeling that I have nothing to say at the moment. Perhaps the two reasons are related. I know in my experience that if I do not make time to observe my place in this world (whether interior contemplation or outward observation), anything I try to write sounds half-formed and hollow.
Anyway, I’ve not been on vacation, but have been working out of town on Daufuskie Island, off the South Carolina coast. Being out of town, sharing living space with others (and trying to merge my living habits with the habits of others) has taken a toll on my writing productivity. And I’ve not had online access, so blog posting has been impossible. However, I’ve been able to enjoy a few hours of early-morning solitude on the beach, and after work I’ve had some delightful bass and redbreast fishing. Thought I’d try to send along a few pictures.