when a car veered off the infernal drive and smashed into this tree i wondered how long she would stand. that mystery has been answered. she was tunneled by beetles and the crash was too much. often when i photograph something mister will pose himself in the frame. 

we found spicy wild arugula feet away from the crash scene. it was hot like wasabi.

mister was jealous of lily, as well as feeling tentative after his mysterious infection, and wouldn't swim without me at first, though the lake has flipped and is almost too cold. at first i was a little annoyed, then tender, and i played with him after lily left, reassuring him that i love them both, and that he's my boy. we can work it out as little stevie wonder sings.