Today is my late brother Donald’s birthday. I remember him fondly. He was a fire chief for many years. His boots sat outside the fire hall on the day of his funeral in 2015.

My brother loved a parade — as long as he was driving a tractor.

I floated by these cypress knees in Louisiana. Their function is unknown. Mine is often unknown, too.

At least the woodpecker’s nostrils were warm.

A dandy bald-faced hornet nest just hanging around.