So this will be a kind of rambling narrative on events over the weekend that were not directly connected with how I earn my salary.

I went birdwatchingphotoing with Itamar who is here from Weizmann. He was packing a 600mm lens  that is very butch. Mahesh came too and between us the photo equipment inside was worth at least double the value of the car – rich boys games.

Make my day Egret punk

Peewit Herman

Little Ringed Plover

Later I went for a beach clean up. It has been very typhoony over the last couple of weeks. Nothing worth getting excited about but a lot of jetsam is normally deposited and I must have a clean beach.

Boat in typhoon quarters

Special Beach Garbage Bag

Lucky Bag

I then notice that the butterflies have come out of their typhoon hidey-holes and spend a delightful hour following them around.

Drive it down to LA

This looks almost European

What do they think about?

Typhoons not good for flutterbyes

It is now Sunday and I talk to some goats.

Getting on my goat

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a goat.

Then it is music at the Grand Line.

The beautiful Mary Frawley

Tara, Mary and I go to it

Time to go to bed. Work tomorrow