Tag Archives: Sunday Stills

Home Happy!

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Candid shots around the house today. Click on photos to enlarge and read captions.

 

If I spin my desk chair around, this is what I see.
Kukla waiting on the wall of the garage as I drive in to park.
“The” lot we’ve just cleared. Now the work begins.
The Lute Player on my windowledge in the hall to my bedroom.
Pasiano planting Maguey and Agave.
More labors in the spare lot
Morrie thinking great thoughts
Kukla stages her usual still life in the front garden.
Observers from my studio check out the dread spare lot below.
All the labors now done–except for putting away the equipment!
My second office during these times of isolation.

For Sunday Stills, Happiest at Home.

Top Dog (For Sunday Stills)

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The first dog in this house was Frida, who made our acquaintance as she trotted down the side of a very busy highway. When no one claimed her, she came to live with me
and very quickly grew into top dog,
be it top of the steps
or top of the dome.For the fifteen or more years she lived with me, this is where she was most of the time. Checking out the neighborhood. Occasionally barking at someone who didn’t belong there.
When Diego found me a few years later and persuaded me he should join the family, he generally preferred to hang out by the pool
and they both hung out by their food dishes at certain periods of the day.
Then, Morrie arrived.
Frida was suspicious
and Morrie quickly wound up in the brig. Why?
His consumption of three dog beds and a cat bed within a month’s period had something to do with it. When I got back from my writing retreat in December, Morrie had totally torn up Frida’s bed and left Diego’s untouched. Bad boy!!!
I didn’t do it, Ma! Sure, Morrie.
Side view of felon.
Sadly, Frida left us, leaving Morrie and Frida to tussle it out over who was top dog.
And Frida’s ashes went into this effigy which we concreted in place on her favorite place on the dome, to watch for as long as I have any say in the matter.
I only hope she is watching and knows.
Well, I am, Mom.
Yoli thought Brian was top dog, from the first.
Diego has had a few embarrassing periods he thought unbecoming to a top dog.
Morrie got to hide out at the beach for awhile
where he found other dogs to feel superior to.
And surprise, surprise, Diego sorta missed him.

For Sunday Stills: Top Dog

Sunday Stills: Sculpting Water

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I love what a duck does to the water that surrounds it.  According to their movements, they sculpt it, setting up patterns and movements that make a lake a giant canvas for ducks.  This duck paddled quickly all the way from one shore of the Guanajuato reservoir to to the other, hoping for a handout, no doubt.  Sadly, I had nothing for it, and look at the wonderful photos it gave to me!

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Stills Challenge: White

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WordPress Sunday Stills Photo Challenge: Legs!!!

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Long Roads, Short Lives

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The Prompt: This week its all about roads, paved or unpaved.

First of all, here’s a little background music for you to view these pictures by.  You’re in for a treat if you do listen to Norah Jones singing her rendition of Long Way Home.

 Long Roads, Short Lives

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Some roads less permanent than others, but still roads

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Making tracks on tracks

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Sometimes the road becomes the traveler.

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What happens to roads during a heavy storm in La Manzanilla.