A tale of two snails

I used to run, now I walk. I am the first snail. The other snail was one I happened to cross paths with on one of my morning walks. As I crouched down to examine this small creature I thought how it had form, contrast, texture, and beauty and I felt sorry for his amorphous cousin the slug. I wished I had my camera then, but of course I did not. I took the camera with me the next time just in case we should have another encounter. No such luck. I brought my trusty picture taker one more time and my persistence paid off. It had just rained the night before and there were many of my little spiraled friends out for their morning slime. Later on I took my two younger sons to go look at the snails and Daivd promptly stepped on a slug which encouraged Mac to step on a snail. Outing over. Sheesh! Here is my photo journal of sorts from that day.

Racing

The ugly relation

Papa bear, mama bear and baby bear. I wonder what they keep in the really big one? I was walking in a rather nice neighborhood obviously. These weren't their only garages.

 Someone was feeling patriotic

Rain from the previous night

               

                                                                                                                                                                               This mansion takes the cake. The property consumes an entire block or more. Can you see the red carpet rolling down the front steps? Just imagine hearing the fountains in the background. You can't actually see the fountains though because they are behind the 8 foot wall that surrounds the entire estate. (this picture is taken through the front gate)

Yes, that out of focus orb is the moon, sorry about that.

An urban stream

Thanks for coming on my walk with me.