I wish. As I like to say where I live, it's hotter than Satan's bunghole...so going out riding is hard to do. I bet it takes me another month at least.
Bought this last night at an auction. Rodin's The Thinker w/ a Major Eating Disorder Bronze 10"x5" signed NOEE probably Luis Noee
The shop also had a full size leg lamp but my house is small w/ no more room to properly display the full size lamp.
Here's something I haven't shown off in a while, my current effort at fishkeeping. It is a labor of love, as it is expensive at times, and exhausting at times with all the tank maintenance. But then you see a fat healthy fish look at you with it's fishy little eyes, and it's all worth it. This is my 29 gallon nano tank, with cory catfish, harlequin rasboras, and neon tetras.
I also keep fish! I have finally managed to get down to just one tank; a 125 gal freshwater. It is basically self sufficient except monthly water top ups. Very calming to watch them all swim around.
With this 29 I clean the filter and do a 20% water change every week, and scrape the glass for algae. Other than that I don't do anything else to it. The powerhead keeps the sandy substrate free of food detritus and sends it all to the filter, which has lessened my maintenance routine somewhat.
I had fish for many years, but at a certain point I couldnt keep up with the kids and fish at the same time! Now, my house is smaller so there is no longer room. Ah well. I did get out recently to enjoy my other hobby, riding. In the photo below you can see Shasta Dam and Lake, behind the clouds on the right is the volcano of the same name.
I never had fish but worked in fisheries for many years. Theres a memorable scene in the movie 'Adaptation' that pretty much sums up my feelings towards the end. Nothing against the actual fish of course
I just retired my business, Saltwater reefkeeping. I set up many many tanks for businesses and individuals. I could no longer carry buckets of salt, tanks, stands, water, boxes of live rock, etc. Trying to contort and fit my aging self underneath stands was an impossible feat.
In the early 1960's I worked in our family aquarium store. In the early 1970's I took many fish photos and was designated the 'Official Photographer' of the American Cichlid Association where I met a Florida fish farmer who occasionally sent me then new and different fish he wanted photographed. At the time he was working on setting up Tilapia ponds in underdeveloped parts of the world to feed hungry people. Americans did not eat Tilapia then. I got to keep the fish. In 1974, my daughter was born and we converted the fish room to a nursery so had to cut down to just one tank. The thrill went away. That was the same time I sold off my coins thinking we needed to eat. Caquetaia spectabilis (then called Cichlasoma spectabile)