Winter Walk

4 02 2012

Bundled Up

Going Nuts

Lost Little Mitten (Found)

Frost

Winter Sun





Before and After

17 08 2010

Three weeks before my wedding, which was to be held at our home, Jason and I toured the three acres and decided where to have our ceremony.

Three weeks of yard work in the high desert is hardly enough to make a space presentable.  Especially on a “we need need to finish rebuilding our house after accidentally gutting it and put in new windows and a new roof” budget.

But it was my wedding.

So with the help of my soon-to-be sister-in-law and soon-to-be aunt-in-law, I got to work.

I didn’t work any miracles, but I did make a dent in the dry, weedy chaos of the front yard.  I didn’t take nearly as many “before” pictures, but here are a few comparison shots:

So that covers the yard work.  I guess the wedding comes next…





The Chair

11 05 2010


The Story of The Chair:

Charlie, Carbon and I – now just Charlie and I – take our daily walks around the BLM land.  It’s like an extension of our front yard, and I know it well.  I take note of trees blown down, beer cans abandoned, new deer tracks.  A couple of months ago, all three of us were startled by the overnight appearance of two recliners.  They were left on a dirt track, facing the same direction, for all the world like there was a TV off in the distance.  I thought, “I need to get a picture of this!” but kept forgetting my camera.  Since our discovery, Carbon died and we bought a house.  I haven’t spent nearly as much time wandering the BLM acreage.  Today, I finally remembered my camera.  I hurried to the chairs, hoping nobody had hauled them off in the weeks since I last saw them.  Luckily, both were still there, and one was still upright and in decent shape.

I had much better shots in my head than I ended up with.  Charlie not only doesn’t know his own name, he doesn’t know certain basic commands like “sit,” “stay,” and “gaze into the distance while I spend three minutes madly taking shots from a variety of angles.”  I got one shot before he leapt from the chair and began running mad circles around me, his leash flying behind him.  Given the state of the chair, it’s hard to blame him.

The Chair








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