While my Mirage compatriots bask in the adulation of thousands of fans amidst the delerious cacophony of Comicon's great halls, and enjoy sampling the exotic delights of sunny San Diego, I must perforce content myself with humbler fare... such as a late afternoon ride through the hills of Franklin County, feeling the clean, cool air as I ride my motorcycle through lengthening shadows.
I was on one of my favorite rides -- coming home the slow way from a late lunch (early dinner?) at McCusker's in Shelburne Falls. I was not expecting to see this:
Of course, I did slow down. I didn't see any turtles, however... I suppose they had all already made it across the road. -- PL