Is There A Word For Those Addicted to Viewing Luscious Food Pictures?

This lady writes funnily and well, photographs funnily and well, and probably does other things in the same manner, but I can only vouch for what I have seen and read. Check her out if you are a foodie photo lover or an animal photo lover with accompanying text.

Lost and Found

This lovely lady and her blogsite featuring exquisite jewelry and very nice pictures and prose too somehow got lost in the shuffle of rearranging my blogroll. A visit here will not go unrewarded.

Which reminds me to remind you of another site that is a treat for the eyes and your other senses. "Country matters" too. Check her out too: Chickens in the Road.

I'm always cheered and usually amazed when I visit either Ms Mentock's or Ms McMinn's wonderful website.

Something Sublime

Do not pass GO.

Do not collect $200.

What a treat.

Go directly here for delighting your senses.

This one is called "There's a snowman on your snowman."

I have a small problem

Lately I have been messing about with LibraryThing. I am enough of a visual guy that I like the database of my books to have a decent picture of them. I was trying to get a picture of the dust jacket on this recent BOMC edition. I usually nod off fairly quickly when I start reading Mr Plato, but I thought I would give it another chance when I saw that Alain de Botton had written the introduction. He is my favorite philosopher and essayist these days. I couldn't figure out how to get the transparent cover off the dust-jacket so my hand and the camera are seen in the lower part of the image. I guess that proves it is mine in case anyone disputes the matter.

True Confession Time

I was playing around with a new small camera from Olympus that has an extraordinary telephoto capability for a small camera that is. So naturally I looked around for a place in Billings to try it out. I drove up toward the airport and along the road that leads to the Heights. I found a place to drive closer to the edge of the Rimrocks and eventually got to a fairly high point overlooking the city of Billings and the Yellowstone River. I also found the above gravesite, which I did not know existed here in Billings, though I have lived here almost 28 years now.

When I consulted Mr Google I was surprised to see that there is a book out about Mr Luther "Yellowstone" Kelly, and a movie starring Clint Walker, released in 1959; a hotel in West Yellowstone, and a catering outfit here in Billings using his name, and perhaps more but I stopped on page 3. I was not surprised at my ignorance. This is probably a good demonstration of the proposition that the things we don't know we don't know might be more important than the things we know we don't know.

[In case you have not figured out what the brackets are for: they are a reminder that I suffer from the peculiar habit of going back and adding to various blogs in the past. This morning, 11 March 2008, I remembered that I was up on this hill once before. I was called here by the coroner because someone had shot himself in the head. I did not recognize the shooter until he was laid out on my autopsy table and someone told me his name. He was an anesthesiologist who I then recalled had smiled at me in an odd way a few days earlier while passing in the halls of the pathology department. Vero.]