Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Dip It

"Momma! Momma! Look what I caught! It's so bright and shiny!"
"That's nice, sweetie, but you'd better dip it in the water to cool it before it burns your leaves."

Photo copyright 2015 by F. Everett Leigh. Used with permission.

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Temporary Setback

Captured mid-explosion, we see the result of a pound of C-4 and a remote detonator. The hairless bipeds think they won this round. They should have paid attention in Biology; especially the part about cuttings.

This photo is copyright 2015 by F. Everett Leigh. Used with permission.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

The Long Way Around

Once again the invading troop was thwarted at the border by a lack of knees.

"Single file, maggots!" barked the sergeant, "We're going the long way 'round!"

Images copyright 2015 by F. Everett Leigh. Used with permission.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015


Someone should have reminded this poor bedraggled fellow to frolic only on beaches with trained lifeguards. Also, that trees can't swim.

This photo is copyright 2015 by F. Everett Leigh and first appeared in a post on his Facebook page.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

A Story with a Morel

This is a rare "Tree Fable" that has no trees per se. Neither was it inspired by a photograph from my brother Everett. Rather, a friend of mine, Diane, posted the joke contained in the first paragraph. I took it from there. I'll add some illustrations later.

A mushroom walked into a tavern. The keeper yelled, "We don't serve mushrooms! Get out!" "What's the matter?" the mushroom replied, feeling hurt. "I'm a fungi."

But the keeper insisted, so he left.

He went to an all night restaurant where he sat at the counter on a toed stool. A female fungus walked in. She'd been kicked out of the same tavern. He took a lichen to her and asked her to join him.

As they left he gave some money to a young street urchin. She was impressed with his generosity, but he explained that once he was spore and knew how it felt.

As they were both morel individuals, I moss tell you they grew close very quickly, practically overnight. They went sailing together, to Port Obello.

They did kind things for one another, and seemed to be no truffle at all.  Eventually, he gave her a beautiful fairy ring and asked her to marry him. She said yes.

One day, as they were walking, they passed by the same tavern they'd been kicked out of. They decided to invite the keeper to their wedding, as he'd been instrumental in getting the two of them together.

As they walked in the door, the keeper shouted, "For peat's sake, didn't I tell you two we don't serve mushrooms! GET OUT!"

So they eloped.

Where's Waldo?

Where's Waldo? The trees know. He's behind you. With an axe.

This photo is copyrighted by F. Everett Leigh and first appeared on his Facebook page.

Amateur Photographer

My friend Ash thought he'd take some photos on the beach, but as usual he left his finger over the lens.

This picture is copyrighted by F. Everett Leigh, and first appeared on the Charleston Pics Facebook page.