It was a pretty good week of lumbering, and I have 26.5 miles in my feetz as of Friday. This leaves me the weekend to either creep around somewhere with my macro kit, or Dog forbid, go for a bike ride if I can get out before the heat of the day.

The critters were lying low this week, and I got very few shots that I really dug, but some days/weeks it just be that way. For example, I was on the trails for a five-mile hike and home by 8:30 AM on Friday, and aside from some bunnies and robins, I saw and heard next to no critter activity. Sigh.

Between the heat, other duties, and various appointments, I got out of my writing routine, which is probably best for all concerned, but it does tend to make me feel more slack than I already am.

Later.

P.S. Oh yeah, today is Independence Day. I have zero fucks to give about the holiday or the masses sporting their “Made in China” MAGA Jingo-Wear whilst celebrating our increased lack of human rights. Let the fireworks injuries, shootings, DUIs, drownings, beach fights, auto accidents, and food poisonings fresh off the underheated grill commence. It couldn’t happen to a better bunch of fucks.

THE SOILED SOUNDS TRACK OF THE POST

Wolfgang from the band Stiff Richards has a side hustle band called Public House, which has a handful of singles out that I am only now discovering. The track “Rich Cunt Party” is not only my favorite of the lot, but also one of my favorite tracks in my summer rotation.