Headed out for a walk around the Whitman College campus. On the way some disparate elements form a scene of sorts:
Approaching campus we cross one of the Mill Creek bridges:
And on the walk home there is always an abundance of flowers to see and smell:
Every time we return from a walk in the wild, we have to carefully examine and brush our clothing in an attempt to discover and rid ourselves of any ticks (aka wood tick or dog tick) that may have hitched a ride. Charlie is particularly vulnerable; Kim seems to be constantly scrutinizing him. Despite our caution, some are not revealed for a day or more. Like two days after a walk in the brush, I felt an eerie sensation above an ear as I was typing away at the computer keyboard. Reaching up and flicking brought this guy (my research indicates it was a male) to my desktop. Whereupon we used our preferred method of capture — enveloping these beasts in a half-inch chunk of Scotch tape. I quickly tried for a handheld capture in lousy light (below) but by the time I had left the scene to secure my tripod to permit better (an uptick?) quality, Kim had disposed of the creature.
