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For Sunday Stills Mostly Color: Gray and White, the prompt asked for mainly shots of white with gray, but with some color okay. Once again, I got a bit carried away
Mostly White and Gray for Sunday Stills
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Mostly Metallic
Autumn Leaves
Between
I like the middle seasons, the rising and falling.
As in a good novel or a good life,
that is where the excitement is.
Summer’s heat and brittle winter
are for avoidance and snuggling in,
protection from the extremes.
For me it is the in-between, when flowers bud
or leaves turn brilliant and fall to cushion the earth
and blanket it from the cold comforter of December.
For Sunday Stills “Leaves Have Fallen From the Trees” prompt.
Polishing the Cat
Please click on the photos to enlarge them. Also, note that I had nothing to do with these shenanigans. I knew neither cat nor girl. I was just the event photographer. I must say, though, that this is the most docile cat I’ve ever encountered. At the conclusion of the event, both manicurist and cat seemed to be content with the end results.
And, I can’t help it. I have to try sneaking this into Cee’s Coat of Many Colors prompt.
Also, her CBWC feet or paws prompt. Not strictly black and white, Cee? You’ve got to admit that the kitty is black and white and the little girl has selected the contrasting color! How can that not count? (Born to rebel.)
And, for Sunday Stills Fur and Feathers.
Home Happy!
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
All the labors now done–except for putting away the equipment!
My second office during these times of isolation.
Top Dog (For Sunday Stills)
and very quickly grew into top dog,
be it top of the steps
For the fifteen or more years Frida lived with me, this is where she was most of the time, checking out the neighborhood and occasionally barking at someone who didn’t belong there.
First there was Frida, then Diego
Frida was suspicious
Morrie looking up hopefully
Morrie in his younger days was my houses’s main pest. 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!!!
He said: Bow
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.
where he found other dogs to feel superior to.
and surprise, surprise, Diego sorta missed her..
Nose to Nose
Bloomin’ Yellow
Sunday Stills: Sculpting Water
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!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 