I enjoy taking photos of abandoned “barns.” This week I got more than I bargained for….a ghoul of some sort staring out of a window in a Carmel structure for sale. Didn’t hit me until I enlarged the photo at home. There’s something in there!
Category Archives: humor
Still Digging…
Ivan no longer pays attention to the dog down the street–it’s still digging. This wood cut-out is a bit of humor in the neighborhood.
AKC Protest
As expected the American Kennel Club’s latest list of top ten dog breeds did not include our three dogs. Our rescue dogs have peed on some of the most expensive properties in the world. They deserve something. So here they are in all their glory yesterday, wondering why they were snubbed again by the AKC.Continue reading “AKC Protest”
Poetry: The Thoughtful Squirrel
I need time to think, thought the squirrel, High up in a tree in the middle of winter. Yes, it was the exact center of the season When collecting acorns Should be done. But he had none. Months of play Did so pass Until he was Out of gas. Kaput Without A nut. Maybe thinkingContinue reading “Poetry: The Thoughtful Squirrel”
Mr. Noogie Sings Pagliacci
I “crafted” Mr. Noogie out of clay 30+ years ago as a tribute to my inability to draw and to celebrate the joy of having children. A “noogie” is a playful sign of affection: putting someone in a headlock and gently rubbing the top of their head with your knuckles. I thought it was aContinue reading “Mr. Noogie Sings Pagliacci”
Leaves in a Waterfall
I enjoy looking at leaves in a waterfall, waiting for them to move on in the current, even if the scene is not in the forest. Of course, after a time the filter gets jammed and Anne or I have to scoop out the leaves in ice cold water. Don’t enjoy that.
Let the Prep Work Begin…
Here’s an action shot of Anne slicing celery yesterday as the two of us shelter in with three dogs on the holiday. Note Ivan’s look when he was denied access to the kitchen by my tripod.
Every Chair Tells a Story…
I’ve been walking past this abandoned building in Carmel for ten years. Maybe it is a garage, or artist’s studio of historical importance, hence, there are often long delays in obtaining permits to fix it up. Recently I noticed a rusty folding chair has been placed in front, perhaps, for purposes of contemplation, or aContinue reading “Every Chair Tells a Story…”
Fast Fiction: Reality Check
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