Eating away at his leaf. Soon to become a monarch butterfly.
So I’m told.
Wish I knew what kind.
A spinybacked orbweaver, looking well-provisioned.
As seen at the yard.
Paying *ahem* a visit to someone’s dinghy.
The Dutch kind, aka drop. Courtesy of my mom and sister. Most Americans find it vile. To me, it’s pure comfort food.
At the Railroad Museum of Pennsylvania.