A little experiment involving the waxing crescent Moon, our pond, and the lights from neighboring properties….
Our dear friend Opus the penguin has gone away. His departure was a most unusual one, lovely and quite surprising.
Opus is napping. He sleeps in peace, dreaming of a world just ahead brimming with kindness and grace and ubiquitous bow ties. Please don't mourn him. He lives in all my childrens' stories, if you look. I hope to meet you again there. — Berkeley Breathed