Jasdip, the building you're refering to with the flat roof is the church hall for the Anglican Cathedral. The Cathedral of St. John the Baptist (Angligan) is the large stone building on the extreme right. The building with the dome on the extreme left used to be the Benevolent Irish Society hall, and there were class rooms in there for a nearby Catholic school. The old Nickel Theatre was also in that building. Now it is 3 million-dollar plus condominiums. Such is progress! Love the kitty, MonaRae!

I think it has been illegal in Great Britain since 2005, where historically the purpose and goal was to catch and kill the fox. It is not illegal in the United States, where it is about the chase. As soon as the fox goes to ground, the hounds are called off and cast out again to try to find another scent. On the Thanksgiving hunt, perhaps because it was warm and dry (which make the scent hard to follow) they didn't scent or see a fox the entire time they were hunting. But even when they don't see a fox, they are still riding through land like this:so it is still a pretty good time.

I am in the room and can hear you all, y'know? I did not kill the snake. I was taking a walk and came across it, quite dead in the road. I didn't know what kind of snake it was so I took a pic hoping to identify it. I did. It was an Eastern Milk Snake. It was quite lovely with almost iridescent metallic copper tones in it's pattern. I'm glad some are willing to rescue wounded animals, but I assure you, this poor snake was quite beyond rescue by the time I found him. Most likely it won't be there by tomorrow a.m. as some scavenger will enjoy recycling it. So it will exist only in its current state for a short time, and captured on camera. I was sorry to see it killed, glad it died so quickly as opposed to in terror as most animals die, and glad that I was able to see it as it's probably the only way I'd ever get the chance. In all my years of walking, it's rare for me to come across any snake. I'm sorry some of you find this image of death upsetting. Sometimes images, like life, can be upsetting. (Yesterday I posted a picture of a weed with a dead blossom which didn't seem to provoke the same reaction.) Death happens. IAC, the image was not to celebrate the death, but the beauty of what once was and the chance I had to see it.

No, it's none of those things...it's just the way some bark curled up on a dead tree, and our minds looking to make sense and patterns out of random things. Love the idea of geo-bear caching!!!