thanate | It's not an entry; it's a photo gallery!

The maple tree across the road, as seen from our bedroom window. Some mornings, it is full of mourning doves.

Late November; Miss Beryl had just acquired her jointed hands (as opposed to sitting next to them on top of the bookcase for half a year.)

A couple more from the squirrel on the window screen; fortunately this only happened once and the screen doesn't appear to have sustained damage.

And a much more usual picture of the squirrels failing to get into the feeder. (We've also had a few birds, though mostly they're still ignoring it.)

Last Saturday we spent at Gettysburg, which was a nice day with a party headed up by

thewronghands including a car tour with one of their hire-a-guides and a giant full-circle panoramic painting of the end of the battle (painted a few years after the fact & recently restored & mounted into a diorama base that comes towards the viewer-- very nicely done, and according to their signage reputedly the largest art restoration project in the US.) We hit the museum at the visitor center a bit too close to closing time to get the full benefit of it, but it was the only place all day where I actually got out the camera.

I continue to be fascinated by the battlefield sketch phenomenon. This one's by a reporter post-Ft Sumter, not a soldier, but our guide mentioned a bugler sitting around sketching things while waiting for orders to relay, in context of how they know what trees were there at the time. The idea of someone sitting around behind battle lines sketching rather than being bored makes a certain sense when you think about it, but it still seems very... strange.