I saw that movie three or four times. Don Johnson and a pussy-sniffing dog that talks. I thought it was great satire. One of Jason Robards not-so-high film moments. I always thought it was written by Harlan Ellison, but as it turns out he only started it.
This little guy was pretty good at hiding behind the tree but I finally managed to catch him.
We found these guys perched remarkably close together on our walk last Saturday. I guess crows and robins get along okay. There was another robin perched in the same tree.
This is the fuller context of the previous photo. That windmill is not out in the country. It is right next to I-35 in Olathe, KS (Kansas City) outside the Machine Shed restaurant, where the food is pretty darn good. A distinct farm theme, which fortunately extends to the cuisine very effectively.
I've gotten a lot of images out of this little coffeehouse.
We don't know Vera, but saw this car as we entered a restaurant parking lot Saturday morning in Olathe. Some friends must have been taking her out for birthday breakfast.
This sign hangs outside the local anarchists' club.
