I see butterflies around. It’s neat to get a focused shot. They don’t stay in one place long. I’ve noticed that most of them have wing damage. It doesn’t affect function. I am now realizing that it is harder to get a blemish free shot. No matter, it’s the opportunity and the shot that count. I’ll get some perfect shots… eventually.
The cats were never really outdoor cats. So this summer was the great experiment. I let them out on the deck to roam (supervised). Willow is still shy. (He was left outside in the heat one day. Sorry!) Everyone else likes a little outdoor time. Patch eats grass. In a previous incarnation he was a cow. The grass is growing as a weed in one of the containers. He’s fine with that. Everyone else likes the fresh air too.
Elle was a rescue cat. She was chased by bears. I’ve never been chased by bears. So, that’s a real rescue! It also means we have a lot of trust issues. She does not let me hold her. She lets me pet her on “her terms.” And, occasionally, I catch her in an unguarded moment. It’s a long way from when she ran if she saw my camera pointed in her direction. Pardon the soft (blurred) focus. I took the shot without setting up. You can’t get everything some days.
For a moment I was back in the Red Sea. Not! But anytime you see a turtle it’s a photo op.
Cats hate water? That’s what I thought. Willow sits by to let the water drip on his head and he drinks it. He usually throws up later. Chlorinated water doesn’t agree. He gets bottled water. I drink tap. Ha!
Cowlick? Babies, ducks of unusual color. Oh my!
Pulled the bathroom curtain down
Ate the rose
Unrolled the toilet paper and made confetti
Flipped the pan – ate the pear tart
Lifted the roll top door – chewed the bag – ate the cat treats
Opened the bi-fold doors and ate cat food – food coma
Opened the laundry room door – jail break
Climbed on the table when we eat
Climbed on the table and escaped with grilled cheese sandwich
The list goes on and bad behavior will continue. More to follow… With a cute face like this, can you really be mad?
It was the title of an old Mel Gibson and Goldie Hawn movie. Better not to see it. I can’t bear to watch it again. Funny, it doesn’t show up much on cable TV either. Nice shot taken while I waited at the traffic light. It works for me. Symbolism, there’s got to be a deeper meaning somewhere here?
Half the voters put him in the office. They still agree with the asshole. Anarchy. There’s not much I can do. It’s likened to shoveling shit against the tide. I’m nobody. But check around and see whom he denigrates. No one is too small. Let’s start a movement. No more caps for his name. it’s just trump. He doesn’t deserve caps. Let’s see if it will drive him up a wall. go donnie. I bet donnie will burn his ass too. Every journey starts with a single step. Pass it along.
It reminds me of American Gothic. Sorry, it’s not too similar. But…it fits for me. They pose. I shoot. Everyone is happy. These days happy is good.