To sleep, perchance to… just sleep!

I went to bed at 12:30 a.m. today. I was pleased. That’s probably earlier than the average. But sleep I did not. I lay there for a good long time before I got up. A good long time lasted an hour and a half tonight. Among many other things, I don’t do sleeping well. In fact, the last time I had a great night’s sleep and bounded out of bed full of energy was in 2006. I remember the day well. But once up, what to do? I decided to finish this post I’ve been working on for days. I…

Not all the beautiful plants are in the garden

At Homeward Bound, I mean. These lovelies are on the fences just outside the dog kennels. I think they’re called listeria. They attract these really cool black jumbo bumble bees. I think they are bumble bees. I have tried to shoot the flowers many times over the years but have never succeeded in capturing them in the way I intended. That’s not to say that none of the photos are nice. Just not what I wanted. I’m letting go of that and just accepting what I get instead.  

Salt and pepper

I recently tried to get some shots of two dogs playing. I don’t expect perfect photos when the dogs are wrestling and running about. I just don’t have the chops for that. But people like them, and I occasionally get a shot that I am truly satisfied with. But… on the two days in question the subjects were Aspen and River — a white dog and a black dog. That’s brilliant white and pitch black. Okay, to be honest, River’s coat has dark brown highlights.  But he’s still quite dark. The contrasting subjects pose a dilemma for the camera’s meter….

Aspen, Part 2

This a continuation of the post Aspen, Part 1 here. These shots show Aspen playing with Charlie who was also staying with me. They had a great time together. I was meant to show Aspen playing with a few other dogs but I was deficient in getting those photos. Aspen came to me as Rosie from the Central California Labrador Retriever Rescue. She was still a pup really at about 11 months. She had excess energy and serious mouthing habit. She actually drew blood on my hands three times before I could get her under control. Mostly under control. She wasn’t…