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…
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.
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….
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…
There are some more photos of Aspen at the link below. I liked these less for various reasons. Aspen aka Rosie
Dogs: DaddyDog, come quick! In the backyard! That would be Scrappy, Lilly, and Brandee. They like to call me DaddyDog. Think it makes them edgy… or something. Me: What do you want now? Dogs: Hurry, come quick. We’re guarding it for you. Me: Guarding what? Scrappy: It’s a crop circle. Come see it quick! Me: What makes you think it’s a crop circle? Brandee: Well, it’s in a circle. And it’s round. I think. Me: What kind of crop is being grown? Lilly: Looks like grass. Yeah, I think it’s grass. Or weeds. Your backyard isn’t all that great…
It’s been ages since I posted anything. Or looked at the blog in any way. I see I have some comments to attend to. Apologies are in order, and I do so apologize now for an unacknowledged absence. I’m sure this has not even been noticed by many readers but it’s still rude. I hate it when I’m rude. I was considering packing it all in but next year’s fees were charged so I may continue the blog. I really just don’t now yet. It’s light out now. I’ll probably go back to bed and attempt to steal back an…
Buster departed for The Bridge this week. He was an entertainer who milked a crowd for all the attention he could command. Maybe he opted for a sudden departure for its dramatic effect. Or perhaps he thought it would be a kindness to those he loved to avoid long, agonizing goodbyes. It’s hard to tell what such a dog as Buster was up to. I wish I had the skills to do justice to the wonder that was Buster. Better you should read Ogee’s Buster’s Little Miracle for that. Still, I feel compelled to offer a few poor words and some…
ROB & DOG 