I'm making you click the link above if you want to know the hitch. I only have (3^3) ÷ 3. Just one lousy solution.
Well, I'm brain dead. I even went here to see if perhaps I could do it in another number base. When that didn't work, I went out with the cats to take some photos. The only good photo (of photos of dead Black-eyed susans, a sun-lit jet in flight, cats and trees) was of my hornet-eating spider. But my barn spider (that's what it is, by the way) photos are making too many people squeamish. The thing is bigger now. The hornet nest looks dead or dying.
It's Friday night. I feel my only ability at this moment is taking photos of spiders. When I browse through my iPhoto albums, all I see is pestilence: spiders and hornets, webs and nests.
It's too hot to go to Rutland until tomorrow. I learned from a call from Dottie that my voice mail is not working. Also, I learned there is a women's retreat tomorrow at Evelyn's house in Jeffersonville. I need the company of women now, not of men or children. But I can't go since I already have plans. I don't know what to do about tomorrow's Photo Hunt.
So don't scroll down because my gross barn spider is down below. These are the best of tonight's shots:
This jet is flying to Montreal over my own personal,
peaceful, quiet airspace and it is damn intrusive.
Not to mention carbon polluting.