Under the Arch

I arrived home rather late from a shopping trip to town. I spent an hour or so with my daughter FirehorseMia, which was very nice. I was not sparking on all cylinders, however. It was one of those days when I kept missing a turn and had to drive way to glory out of my way to get back to where I was going. Then I had to find a blip.

I saw the crane fly with more legs than even a crane fly has, and thought it was being eaten by something. Blown up on my computer screen it appears it was not.