Another Crispy Saturday Morning



Another Crispy Saturday Morning

After days and days of rain, sleet, and snow, the sun came out to play yesterday. The sky this morning is hazy, but the sun is bright and sparkling. The frost was quickly burned away, leaving a muddy brown-green landscape behind. The dogs played for a couple of hours, chasing rabbit tracks and digging for moles. Harriet is still outside, sunbathing. Elliott came in to cool off and get a drink, and is now lying under my feet, sleeping the sleep of the well and truly tuckered out. Ah, puppy bliss.

The cats are enjoying the sun’s appearance, too. After making a pile of all the socks, washcloths, and various pieces of paper looted from my art trash bin, Pandora is sitting on her nest, basking in a sunbeam. I love the way she faces into the light, periodically squeezing her eyes half-shut.

Pets, Photography

Moon Craters, Biteyface, and One ‘Possum


Biteyface! Note the huge crater in the background. (And, no, Harriet’s not bossy. Much. Elliott doesn’t mind, though. He loveloveloves his girldog.)



Harriet digging her Moon Crater. She was very pleased with herself and I have to say, it’s kept her entertained for hours. I don’t think they’ve caught anything from the crater, but hope springs eternal. It’s a now good 20′ across and growing daily.

Note the Action Ears (with patented Flying Technology[tm]) in the left-hand photo. Harriet really believes in throwing herself into her work.


Harriet’s wee baby ‘possum. I couldn’t tell what she was doing. She spent a half an hour or so carefully pushing all the surrounding leaves and twigs on top of it. I’d really like to know why she covered it up so carefully instead of eating it. You can see how nicely the grass has been smoothed toward the ‘possum.

Music, Photography

Let’s Build a Snowman!


Sometimes, the world is black. And tears run from your eyes.
And maybe we’ll all get really sick. Or maybe we’ll all diiiie.
Sooo, let’s build a snowman, we could make it our best friend.
We could name it Bob, or we could name it George.
We could make it tall, or we could make it not so tall!
A snowman!

from Cannibal!: the Musical (You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, it’s way better than Cats!)


Iron Weed in Snow


We got a few inches of snow last night, so I awoke to a winter paradise. Any excuse to take pictures, right?

I take lots of landscape photographs. I live in a beautiful valley, so most are taken from my front door. I’ve got wonderful views to the east and west, so I’m able to get sunrises and sunsets, as well as storm fronts moving through and various types of clouds and cloud formations.







These are views to the east, taken from my front deck. The first was taken at sunset. I love the way light from the setting sun reflects off the top of the eastern ridge. The second photo was taken at sunrise, on a misty morning. The third was again taken at sunrise, after a hard frost. I love the way the sun makes all the icy bits sparkle and shimmer. The forth photo was taken after our first dusting of snow this winter, and the last two were taken this morning. The first five photos are all of the same view. The last one is of the back corner of the dog yard, where the snow on the raspberry canes was especially thick and pretty.


Happy Chickens

Well, I got home without the help of a boat. I’ve never seen flooding like this before, though. The lowly White River is girthy as the Mighty Mississip’, and it isn’t supposed to crest for another couple of days, at least. Not knowing if I’d be able to get back into town for the next few days, I stopped at the grocery store and bought veggies, pepsicokesodapop, and a few other necessities. I also picked up a cheap-o, uber-low-res digital camera, since my old one won’t play nicely with my new computer.

Putting away groceries meant that I had to clean out my fridge. I’ve been putting it off for awhile, dreading it, but today was The Day. That also meant that I had a ginormous sack of various goodies for the neighbors’ chickens. So, I took the goodies and my new toy camera next door. The care package was well recieved, as you can see.

For me, watching chickens is a bit like watching fish. They soothe me and make me feel all warm and happy. I love the little cooing and chirping vocalizations they make and the ruffly noises of their feathers. I took several pictures of them eating.

Happy Chickens