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Murder ‘midst the Mint

It was a sultry hot summer’s day in late July. The air was redolent of the spicy cool odor of spearmint that filled the wet corner of the garden. Cicadas played their shrill instruments in the surrounding trees, and a light breeze stirred the purple spires of the mint...

Two for the Team

I was testing out some new photo gear the other day, and I needed a reliable spot to shoot macro of moving subjects. For reliability, nothing beats the comings and goings of a Yellowjackets’ nest. I find a nest almost every year somewhere in the yard—usually the...