Let's see if this madness will work now.

Here is a tree. It's a sycamore tree. It's big, and has gnarly roots that dip into the river. Some kids have nailed boards up the length of it, so you can climb out onto it and jump into the river.













And here is a firework. "Firework" is funny singular. Is this a firework, or is this fireworks? Either way, it is loud, and bright, and I like it.








And this, this right here, is a cold, wet, miserable mouse. Look at him swimming around in someone's nasty-ass abandoned diet coke. You see what happens when you litter? You cause misery. Don't litter. Littering is bad.





And this is the I-71 bridge that goes over the Little Miami, roughly between Cincinnati and Columbus. It's the highest bridge in the state. A couple years ago, some lady jumped off it. She died in the tall grasses behind the trees in this picture. I'm hoping she wasn't aiming for the river. If she was, she missed. And anyway, it's only two and a half feet deep there.

Okay. I am pleased that the photo tool works again. Perhaps I won't have to abandon blogger after all.