Time and Change

Baby brother is nearly 8, meaning he is now nearly 29 (dog) years older than me! He is slowing down.. a little. He'll still play tennis in the heat, but now he'll lay down in the shade and let the balls fly unattended before running himself to near-death. He still loves to swim and bark and bark and swim.

The small pond of my youth has been replaced with a barrel fountain, a much less back-breaking choice. Despite the smaller size and higher filtration rate, I could probably still record the daily life of mosquito larvae (though tadpoles and dragonfly larvae may be more difficult to document).