This is Jabi asking where his food is.

I did say I couldn't get close.

Lovely Jess and the garage told me they had diesel.

Windblown and rather faded.

'Cos I sure don't!

I know - not a photo of a crow.

A rather exciting stone found on a recent run.

Each is unique.

A cow disappointed not to be fed.

Wilson's Pits

Two things.

Well, the crow art is not going as well as I'd hoped.

Well, the simple answer is that I have no idea. At all.

A clue - he is not the alien, here.

This kind of follows on from the Blank slate post.

So, I've been thinking about, well, metaethics... what it is that makes something matter, morally speaking. There are rational theories...

A day in the meadows.

From the bridge, you can hear the stream burbling, but the trees block the view.

They are all different.

Warning: rant ahead.