If I wasn’t so busy trying to nap, I might consider a cookie adequate persuasion for a photo op.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I heard there is a strike in progress started by Martha & Bailey. I “close my eyes” to you and the flashy box in support of them and others who are suffering with the necessity of being photogenic at all times. FURENDS UNITE.
(Doesn't he look pitiful?)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
All the leaves float to the edge of the reservoir and build up under the spillway bridge before flowing over the edge and off down the stream.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
It is very hard to cook chicken on Huckleberry Hill without having to take evasive action to prevent tripping over a small white dog. It doesn't matter if the chicken is baked, fried, poached, broiled, or simmered in broth.....it will always attract THIS dog's attention.
Chicken? I smell CHICKEN and YOU have it!
It's chicken soup? I want your soup. I want it NOW!
GIVE IT TO ME! If you don’t give me some, I WILL BARK!
(PS: Pawpa hadda pick up those newspapers when he gots home.)
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Yesterday, Pawpa and I went up the mountain to enjoy the Tower Toot held by the "Friends of Heublein Tower". Unfortunately, when we got there, we learned the Toot was postponed due to the inclement weather forecast for the weekend. Because we'd also been invited for hors d'oerves by friends that have property up near the tower, all was not lost. I got a few shots of the trees and the horizon as well as good food and interesting conversation. The day was gray and the trees not as bright and colorful as some years but we enjoyed ourselves immensely anyhow.
This is enlarged just a little.
“X” marks the spot: Huckleberry Hill
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The other day Madi, the diva cat from Potpourri in NC, was resting her head on a book on top of the stairs in her house. I guess she didn’t care that it wasn’t soft and squishy. Well, what’s good enough for my friend Madi is good enough for me. I found Mom’s box of photos to be scanned was just the perfect height to rest my head.