Runnin' with the big dogs!

Wow! I hope the driver survives this landing!

Yeah, I guess he'll be okay!

This is a radio controlled automobile track in Prescott Valley that I just stumbled across yesterday. (By the way, the pictures are more impressive if you click on them.)

It seemed to be a very popular place though many cars were in the pits when I was there.

But get up some speed and they can all take the jumps.

A fun afternoon for those who don't really want to get behind the wheel of a real race car!

Memorial Day

Moon over . . .

Before you criticize, recognize that was hand held (pretty unsteadily), with a teeny, little camera at full zoom.

So . . shine on, shine on . . springtime moon.

And the winner is . . .

Warren from Tucson, who was first with the correct answer (to the "puzzle" in my previous post) almost instantly. I should have known better than to try to fool an engineer! For those of you who are not familiar with Warren, be it here known that he is also an expert photographer. You might want to take a look at his blog.

And for you, Warren, please accept from me . . . a million praises!

Now, I might add that Sheri also came up with the correct answer but she was a little late. (You're supposed to be checking my blog by the minute, Sheri!)

An amazingly honorable mention goes to the revered Joey Polanski, who came up with an answer that I had to google to figure out what he was talking about. I bow to you Joey.

As to the rest of you . . . well . . . enough said.

???

Anybody know what this is?

The first person to identify it wins a million!*






*A million praises!

Poor lonely Blackie Detroit

He says he just wants to be friends, though the notch in one ear and other various battle scars would seem to belie that. But Jazz isn't having any, anyway. Yesterday, Blackie came up on the back steps near a screen door and when Jazz saw him she went berserk, clawing at the screen and screaming. (Just like a woman.) Blackie calmly walked away and I saw him a bit later outside, looking forlorn and confused.

But he has access to the garage and the other cats don't so he has a "shelter from the storm."

Oh! Those toes!

I have a friend who answers to various names - Cin Bob, Sin-Bad, Cyn, or just plain Cindy.

She has a habit of showing up with a great paint job. Here's the latest iteration:

I tend to make a big thing about this, for which I've been accused of being a foot fetishist! Well, I admit nothing but to Cindy . . I dedicate this song. (And, by the way it's better if you pause the video, then click on it to make it bigger.)