Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Porch

When life gives you rain, make bottled water. Or some kick-butt pictures with your new Kodak Easyshare Z1015IS (#1 wrote that for my feeble old self).

















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When it rains, my son photographs.

















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Rain, rain, don't go away, we can't take photos any other day.

















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Don't take snapshots on my porch and tell me it's raining.

















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Oh, say can you see, by the afternoon light...
O'er the porch rail we watched...
Raindrops bursting in air...

















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It's raining H20 and squirrel heads.

OR

Raindrops on Wolmanized lumber and squirrel heads on porches...

















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Sorry for the jarring ending to our good clean fun. I can't predict what may turn up on my porch next. Some days it's pretty, peaceful raindrops. Some days it's severed squirrel heads. Some days it's THE DEVIL, but I refuse to post his picture again.

In compliance with the Truth in Blogging Act, let me declare that this was NOT all one raindrop, but a series of fortunate precipitation events. The #1 son and I put them together like one of those test questions where you have to put the pictures in order. We're mighty bright, if I do say so myself. Mr. S. Squirrel Head appeared earlier this summer, and disappeared as abruptly as he arrived. The camera was new in June, when Travel Agent H took his vacation.

I do not claim that these photos are mine. #1 took them, and labeled them with my blog to punish picture thieves. Because that's the kind of dude he is.