Sorta Softball Blogging

Well, we didn't quite get enough interest or people (maybe if we pushed it) for a game, but we had a nice time with some casual batting practice. Typically uneven for me, but Woody was a star at the plate and in the field, after a bit of a rough start.

Since I was in the field or at bat the whole time, no real action shots, but I have plenty of pictures of the picnic afterward.


Mmm... clouds... (I think I can see my invisible buddy's house from here!)

There appear to be a few silhouettriots as well.


Major beardness! Prior Aelred, Woody Guthrie's Guitar, and Mr. Quilt Lady.

Note that the Prior's inner radiance makes a flash quite unnecessary.


"Wow, that was an awesome beard picture," you say, "but I sure wish I could get a better look at the Prior's beard and one of his spiffy headphones."

Your wish is my command.


Feral Liberal, shortly after being reintroduced into his native habitat. We attempted to coax him down with nuts and berries, but he just snarled at us and scampered away.