I look forward to things each year. Clouds of steam from the sugaring, the disappearance of the ice, the first tiny wildflowers. And then – the glory of the orchards. But not now . . . oh no! It’s too soon . . . Babs Young writes: What a difference another week makes. There are […]
The warm weather held through Saturday, and it was a great relief to go down to the beach with the dogs and stop thinking about Stuff for awhile. We walked a long way. Miss Sadie did some spin-dancing, the Cowboy did some rolling, I inspected. Lake, check. Sand, check. Rocks, check. So far so good.
Miss Sadie and the Cowboy spent all day yesterday enjoying the nice weather out on the deck. I realize that Miss Sadie’s ears are back, but that’s because she does not particularly like being photographed. The Cowboy ignored the camera. He was a resolute Watch Spaniel. No chipmunks would be allowed on the premises. We […]
Remember that song? Carrying moonbeams home in a jar always sounded really appealing, sort of like having whole galaxies of lightning bugs to read by. I'm just humming, pay no attention. We can edit it out in post.
So yesterday afternoon we headed down the path to the Bay, passing the snowpile the plow guy had assembled in the neighbors' yard.
I tell you, there's nothing so humbling to the amateur photographer as trying to cover a sporting event—and I say this as one who has been humbled in every conceivable way, photographically speaking. Nevertheless, I persevere. Next up, the Pinewood Derby.
March 25, 2012
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