Category: Photography

Photography

That Window Again

Shelly

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I’m wasting time, when I should be getting ready to go back out to (the Real) OC. I doubt Ms. Lea will be up and ready this early in the morning, but you never can tell, and I haven’t even had breakfast yet, much less a shower or caffeine. I have walked the dog, though, so that’s a start. I’m hoping it isn’t quite so rainy today, so I can get more photos. Drizzly is fine, though. It super-saturates colors and brings everything to life.

Photography

Window

Shelly

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Window, Owen County, Indiana

I went out to Owen County today. It rained pretty much the whole time, which kind of sucked, but everything out there was impossibly green. It made a nice change from all the dead, brown grass in town. With the rain we’ve gotten the past couple of days, hopefully Bloomington will green up a bit before fall sets in for good.

The clean-up was kind of a pain in the ass, but I scored some fun art stuff and several small tackle boxes. Also, lots of quarters, so I might actually have enough change to do laundry in the morning.

Pets, Photography

Thursday Dog Blogging

Shelly

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Waiting for Bedtime

Our evening routine consists of one last potty break, then Harriet and Pandora get their bedtime snack, then I brush my teeth, turn off lights, etc. Harriet waits for “real bedtime” in her own bed, while I feed the cat and finish getting ready. After I go to bed, she hops up on the big bed with me. This is her waiting in her own bed for “real bedtime.”

Pets, Photography

La Roux

Shelly

La Roux was abandoned and is being fostered by a friend of mine. I’m guessing she’s about 16 weeks old and about 30lbs. Her coat is deep stag red sable. She’s got the tiniest little line of white hairs on her nose (the world’s smallest blaze!) and small white bib. Her foster mom thinks she’s a GSD mix, but I’m seeing Collie. Maybe Collie x GSD? We don’t know anything for sure about her, though, except that she is growing like a weed. She is pretty mellow, and she’s been sticking to me like a burr ever since I picked her up this afternoon.

Miss Brown’s nose is, surprisingly, not disjointed. However, she wants terribly to play with La Roux, and La Roux is Not Interested, Ma’am, not one little bit. Boxers do not play like herding breeds, so I don’t sense that these two are going to be BFF. I’m just pleased that Harriet did not try to eat La Roux. I wouldn’t trust her for two seconds if my back were turned, though, so I’m watching them like a hawk.

Behold, the cuteness:

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Pets, Photography

Dogs

Shelly

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When we got back from Minnesota, Harriet and I slept for about 24 hours. Harriet lost no time breaking in the fleece blanket Grandma sent back with me.

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This is Grandpa’s dog, Nina. This isn’t a good picture, but it’s the best I could do, because she was motoring around like a mad dog. When she plays, she plays hard. Grandpa was playing fetch with her in the house one day, and she slammed into the attic door, trying to catch the ball. I don’t think she even noticed. Yorkies may be tiny, but they are 100% Terrier.

She also has a whole fleet of beach balls outside that she chases around the yard. Grandpa was throwing them over the garage, and Nina would race to the other side to “catch” them and push them around the yard.

Alas, I did not get even a bad picture of Grandma’s mitten kitten. She’s got a black and white kitty with thumbs. Grandma swears she’s a sweet cat, but she’s not–NOT!–fond of strangers, so I’ll have to take Grandma’s word for it. She sure is pretty, though.