
Water lilies in Barcelona, Spain. September, 2009.

Water lilies in Hangzhou, China. May, 2012.

Water lily in Natick, Massachusetts, USA. September, 2015.
(Apparently I take a photo of water lilies roughly every 3 years.)
There are times when I feel like I will never get caught up with my massive backlog of projects. Thousands of photos to sort through. Stories to tell. News to share. Here I’ve been back blogging for almost 2 weeks, and I haven’t really said much yet. Ah, well. It’s at least a start.
And since I felt like I should have a photo of a log, here are some photos of a rather massive log out back behind the house.

As part of my Mother’s Day present, Theo gave me temporary custody of his much-loved new tiger, Tigs. First it was going to be just for the day, but then he decided I should get to have Tigs for a week. Later that week, I had a lab meeting in Boston, and I decided that I would appreciate the company of a tiger for my day.

First, Tigs helped me to feed the parking meter. Because it really bites to get a parking ticket. (And tigers know all about bites.)

Next, we walked down to the building where I had my meeting.

We made sure to stop to admire the spring flowers along the way.

After a bit, we headed back out to pick up some provisions. Again, we admired the scenery along the way.

For lunch, we opted for Thai food.

Back at the meeting, Tigs offered some editing advice on an abstract.

Then he did some light reading to keep himself amused while the humans discussed research.

When it was time to go, Tigs couldn’t resist a slide down the banister on our way out.

And then we buckled back in for the long drive home.
Overall, Tigs made a delightful workday companion. And from the happy expression on his face, I’m quite sure he enjoyed his big day in the big city.

A view of a tiger’s eye (and other eye, and nose and whiskers) at the zoo.
I don’t know about you, but I totally have Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger” running through my head now. And if you don’t have it going through your head having read that, I can only assume that you don’t know the song. Or that you are somehow not susceptible to catching earworms.
This was a bumper year for caterpillars, and hardly a tree could be seen whose leaves hadn’t been transformed into lacy mesh. (During the summer, when the caterpillar population was highest, word was that you could hear the sound of the munching up in the trees.) This years selection of fallen leaves, therefore, shows more than a hole or two. While perhaps not conventionally picture-perfect, these leaves are photogenic in their own offbeat way.
Truth be told, none of the balls in these photos are likely to be rolling any time soon. But they did provide me with an excuse to take the ball and run. Or take the ball theme and run. Because if there’s one thing I love to do, it’s run with a theme. I am far more likely to run with a theme than to run with a ball. I’m much less likely to get winded.