Yesterday two of our dogs pulled apart what had been my favorite pair of worn out hiking socks. I donated them for the cause: keeping dogs occupied during the pandemic. They always battle to a draw.
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I Can’t Draw!!!
In my foray into water colors, I was careful to avoid “hands” as unlike Michelangelo, I can’t draw fingers. But I had fun–I did not suffer for my art. Here is Fred Piselli, star of my saga on clowns that smoke. Bottom line: Draw, don’t smoke!
Where’s that Bone?
Ivan’s head disappears in a desperate search for his bone which is actually a peanut left by a squirrel. The peanut is long gone, but no one told Ivan.
Runaway Nasturtium
When left to its own devices, a nasturtium, truly a spreading vine, will head for the strangest places. Took this shot yesterday of one on its way to the end of our deck, past some weeds and a hose, where it will crawl up and over a brick wall on its way to freedom. MaybeContinue reading “Runaway Nasturtium”
Whoa, Who’s That Poodle?
Ivan wouldn’t budge when he spotted a poodle walking along the surf. All I could do was pull out the cell phone and click.
Front Door Ivan…
Ivan, the rescue dog, still hasn’t learned to close the front door after he pushes it open. Training to continue.
Red Dragonfly Close-up
This close-up of a red dragonfly reminds me of those cheaply done science fiction horror movies from yesteryear? There appears to be an aviator’s helmet on its head, something needed by aliens from another planet. Speaking of “planets,” the worst of these poorly made B-movies is director Ed Wood’s 1959 disasterpiece “Plan 9 from OuterContinue reading “Red Dragonfly Close-up”
Mayten Dreams
I took a photo of a mayten tree in our backyard as it might look to someone who has had too much to drink. I did this by clicking the shutter as I panned the tree with my camera to produce spiraling circles of color. However, I prefer to think of this shot as aContinue reading “Mayten Dreams”
Truly, the Middle of Nowhere
I was driving on a country road this week when I spotted a deteriorating wood building surrounded by a fence. Perhaps, this is what my father used to call “the middle of nowhere,” a place reached on a family road trip without benefit of maps, coupled by no gas stations or restaurants. To boot, theContinue reading “Truly, the Middle of Nowhere”
