Tales from the Raven

The stuffed suitcases are still waiting to be emptied, but I’m finding that after a summer of packing and unpacking, they can be ignored rather nicely.  Give me another week or two, and they’ll just be another piece of furniture I walk around.

Maybe if I put up a few pics from the summer trips, I can kid myself into thinking that suitcase-shaped furniture is all the rage.  Don’t you see?  Suitcases are just one of those touristy things you drag home, like over-sized seashells and mugs you can’t fit in your cupboard!

I give you, in no particular order:

An Anole, from Hilton Head Island.  A very friendly fellow, he jumped onto our daughter’s shoulder while we were taking a family pic.  Perhaps he saw a family resemblance the rest of us missed?

Then again, maybe he could see the rugged outlines of Colorado National Monument seared onto the back of my eyeballs, and just wanted a closer look.  Baked rocks under a blue sky–sounds like a lizard’s dream vacation.

And a perfect place to bask in the sun, right?  The fellow below was immortalized in rock roughly one thousand years ago.  I’d say he got a lot of mileage out of his vacation!

And, best yet, I’ll bet he didn’t have any nagging suitcases waiting when he got home.