No, it’s not me – shock! It’s Mishka. Every now and then, I buy cookies from the grocery store bakery. They come in this plastic container. At first, I thought he just loved the sound the plastic made when he gnawed on it. But no, it’s the cookies. Five minutes …
Mishka in the window by my bed. This is the site that greated me when I woke up this morning.
I found out there were more old airport buildings out there just waiting to be photographed and so I went today. The sky was horrid and we had just had our first good soaking …
