Schultz has gathered his toys. He is daring anyone to touch them. He may look cute here...but he is growling at me at I snap the picture. He thinks he's a badass!

Gosh, they are all beautiful...but I, as well, love, love puppies and flowers.... and that BUG! We just have light yellow/white "moths?" maybe? They are pretty, doing their dance (or in flight foreplay) around my going to seed parsley.

The grave of Vaslav Nijinsky, the great Russian ballet dancer, in Montmarte Cemetery, Paris. He died in London in 1950 but his body was moved to Paris in 1953. According to Wikipedia, the statue was donated by dancer Serge Lifar and shows Nijinsky in character as the puppet Petrushka.

I am in the room and can hear you all, y'know? I did not kill the snake. I was taking a walk and came across it, quite dead in the road. I didn't know what kind of snake it was so I took a pic hoping to identify it. I did. It was an Eastern Milk Snake. It was quite lovely with almost iridescent metallic copper tones in it's pattern. I'm glad some are willing to rescue wounded animals, but I assure you, this poor snake was quite beyond rescue by the time I found him. Most likely it won't be there by tomorrow a.m. as some scavenger will enjoy recycling it. So it will exist only in its current state for a short time, and captured on camera. I was sorry to see it killed, glad it died so quickly as opposed to in terror as most animals die, and glad that I was able to see it as it's probably the only way I'd ever get the chance. In all my years of walking, it's rare for me to come across any snake. I'm sorry some of you find this image of death upsetting. Sometimes images, like life, can be upsetting. (Yesterday I posted a picture of a weed with a dead blossom which didn't seem to provoke the same reaction.) Death happens. IAC, the image was not to celebrate the death, but the beauty of what once was and the chance I had to see it.