If you were a scoop of vanilla
And I were the cone where you sat,
If you were a slowly pitched baseball
And I were the swing of a bat,

If you were a shiny new fishhook
And I were a bucket of worms,
If we were a pin and a pincushion,
We might be on intimate terms.

If you were a plate of spaghetti
And I were your piping-hot sauce,
We’d not even need to write letters
To put our affection across.

But you’re just a piece of red ribbon
In the beard of a Balinese goat
And I’m a New Jersey mosquito.
I guess we’ll stay slightly remote.

– X. J. Kennedy

So after some serious dragging of feet, I am going to start posting again. I finally have a camera that works and have been luck enough to land a summer job in yellowstone, so of course there will be and are pictures of bison. Before we get to that, here are some pictures of Napoleon, Luna and their friend Otis at the Blackfoot.