May 18 Reblogged
May 18 Reblogged
Black and White Underwater Photography by Hengki Koentjoro
This second shot is especiailly spectacular…Nature, you slay me…btw, I hate photosets. I realize they offer the opportunity to group images, but if I only want to reblog one, I generally pass…especially if there are 5 or 6.
May 18 Reblogged
Geometric and floral patterns with repeating eight-pointed star motifs around the doorway of the mausoleum of Sufi poet Sachal Sarmast, Daraza Khairpur, Pakistan - 19th century CE.
If you are getting tired of my reblogging tile work, imagine what it’s like to travel with me. :) Gorgeous!
Joe and Janice were throwing around names for the dog and would have kept her, if no one came forward over the weekend. Joe’s brother raises Great Pyrenees up in Montana, so they knew what she needed. She was really very lucky. And I’m lucky that they saw my signs and called me.
I couldn’t be happier. <3
My Puppy is Missing
When I got back to home last night the side gate to my house was open and the puppy is gone. The odd thing is that I specifically checked the gate before I left as sometimes it doesn’t latch all of the way.
The two other dogs are still here and were in the house when I got home.
When our dogs have gotten out in the past, they have never gone far, and always returned home after their adventure. They have never gone out solo, usually the pack travels together and my neighbors burn up the phone line letting me know they are out, so this is a little weird. Bella’s only 6 months old and on the small side for a Great Pyrenees. She is sweet tempered and very docile. She’d greet anyone and is dog friendly. I realize that she may be long gone by now and I’m heartbroken.
Bella wouldn’t fare well against a coyote and certainly not against a pack of coyotes which are also a concern. There’s a den not far from my property and there is daily coyote activity in the canyon.
I’m worried sick. I have been through the canyon multiple times now. It’s hard to see anything for all the foliage — but even a big puppy could hide anywhere. Bella’s pushing 50 pounds but is still young. I’m hoping against hope that someone will see the sign, banners, flyers I’ve posted around the canyon and give me a call, or that someone saw her so we’ll have some idea of where she headed.
Keep your fingers crossed for me please
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May 16 Reblogged
The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions.
Ellen Glasgow (via wellthatsjustgreat)
I’ve been in this rut long enough that it feels like a grave. Time to climb out of this foxhole and take a look around.
Tonight I went to dinner with my ex.
Just the two of us, having a meal. It wasn’t the original plan, we were joining a mutual friend but he backed out, had a work thing, so, it was just the two of us. The two of us alone together, something we haven’t done in ages. Even before it was over.
It was easy, and familiar, and a little awkward and then it wasn’t. After we ate, we didn’t rush out, instead we lingered and chatted for awhile. We still know all the characters in each others’ lives, so we know what their actions mean, what’s funny, what’s not and why. There’s still a shorthand between us.
Touching a bruise, bringing the pain to the surface. A reminder.
Before dinner we raced to Wal-Mart for dog insulin like we always used to, showing up at the pharmacy just before they closed for the night. He dropping me off at the door to run in while he parks the car. His racing in as they are ringing up the purchase.
Running your tongue over the space where a tooth used to be.
After dinner we stopped to buy dog food supplies, again something that is SO familiar. We used to do this every Sunday night. Then we’d come home together, or later when his job moved south, towards the end, he’d continue down to the boat. It always killed me. It made sense, he’d have a two-hour commute if he stayed, but I hated when he’d go. I always hated it but I never said it.
Tonight was the first time there was a before and after we broke up question included in the conversation.
He was never mine, even when he was mine.
He left the dog, he’s going East, on a trip we used to take together. I’ll have the dog instead, Memorial Day, then again on my Birthday, and again on Labor Day. The ties the bind
All the feelings, all the coulda, woulda, shoulda, couldn’t wouldn’t didn’t.
I don’t want him back. I mourn what we took for granted at the beginning, what we thought would always be there and be easy. We didn’t realize how fragile. We neglected to protect…and that brought us to where we finally gave up on one another.
It’s long gone and we both know it.
But I still hate the sound of his car pulling away from the curb in front of my house.
May 15 Reblogged
Fly-In Movie Theater, which catered to helicopters and small piston planes, as well as cars, 1949
Great place to pick-up a pilot, and really get taken for a ride, methinks! This has to be California, of please be California….
May 13 Reblogged
What I love about black & white photography and what i miss about not shooting it in recent years, is that with color removed from the equation the focus shifts - we are made more aware of composition and emotion.
This photo is a good example, if the balloon was bright yellow, the kids jacket was purple, the car door blue, it would be pretty, and that would be part of the viewing experience, but we’d likely overlook the boy’s lovely expression of contemplation.
Also, without the distraction I’m more aware of the relationship between objects - the boy’s head and the balloon, the shape of the boys hands mirrored in the door handle base and more loosely the shadows along his trouser leg.
Digital may be here to stay, it’s easy, it’s fast, and it has brought quality photography to the masses, but I’ll still miss experience of shooting with black & white film.
Why do I have to go? Because I have a live rattlesnake in a cooler in the backyard that I need to deal with
Me, this morning to my friend
She called to chat about her weekend drama, just after I wrangled the THIRD rattlesnake of the year into a cooler for relocation to a more remote wilderness area.
May 12 Reblogged
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.
Maya Angelou (via commovente)