Saturday, February 27, 2010

Friday, February 26, 2010

Day Fifty-Seven. By the Light of the Moon.

I love clear nights when the moon is full or nearly full. The light shining from the moon is so bright. It's crazy to think that it is simply a relfection from the sun.
It was nice to sit out and just absorb the peace of the night. Even if I didn't see any were-wolves.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Day Fifty-Six. For My Friend.

It's a jump-start for spring. ;)

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Day Fifty-Five. A Girl's Best Friend.

When I come home I feed the dogs. I feed Scooter in the dogs' room and Sadie comes in the main house to eat. They can eat by themselves without problems, however Sadie likes to gobble hers up and then steal from Scooter. So I have opted to separate them. Not only does the separation keep Sadie from kibble stealing, it gives her and I some time away from nutty Scooter. Sadie is the best dog a girl could ask for. She is a calm dog, with bursts of excitement when need be, and always a protective nature over her home and her family. I am never afraid of anything when Sadie is by my side. She is like a small piece that makes my soul more complete. She's just a good dog, simply put. She's a good friend. With understanding eyes and listening ears she always knows how to make me smile. Today it was simply looking up to take a photo.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Monday, February 22, 2010

Day Fifty-Three. On Their Way Out.

As the sun was setting today I noticed the clouds that had just appeared and were simultaneously on their way out. They were peaceful to watch float above.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Day Fifty-One. Goodbye Ugly Carpet!

Finally, I have made the time to get rid of the yucky carpet in the spare bedroom. Nah, nah, nah, nah.....GOOD BYE!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Day Fifty. Poetry in Motion.

Scooter is one of the fastest sprinting dogs I have seen. The bad part is his brakes aren't that good.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Day Forty-Nine. The Pair of Dove.

I have many dove that roost out back in my pine tree. I see, and hear, them quite often. I like the dove. They are a simple sort of bird. When I came home I saw this pair roosting in my front tree. It was a pleasant sight to see.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Day Forty-Seven. Built in Heater.

R.C. is one of my parents' cats. She is always cold and to help combat her cooling temperature she has learned to sleep on the floor furnace until it turns on. The floor furnace has a pilot that stays warm and keeps her nice and toasty.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Day Forty-Six. Presidents Day and Ol' Glory.

I have often wondered, come President's Day, what it would have been to meet some presidents before my time. Washington, Jackson, the Roosevelts.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Day Forty-Five. The Mockingbird.

Mockingbirds are fun to listen to. It really is amazing how they will "mock" any sound they are around. Whether it be another bird, like the Bob-White, or an Ambulance siren. I have heard many impersonations by these birds and I have to say, they are pretty good replicas of the originals. Not to mention they are stunning to look at.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Day Forty-Four. The Watering Hole.

I know these are just "annoying" birds to most people. But as for me, they make me laugh. If birds could talk, I wish I could hear what all they had to say.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Day Forty-Three. In A Flash.

Sure, I got some nice close ups of this little bugger but I thought this one was really interesting.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Day Forty-Two. The Inner Workings.

This is a shot pointed up a hollow tree. This tree is still alive and thriving. It still grows many leaves and turns beautiful in the fall. However, this tree is hollowed out. I often wonder how the tree sustains itself on the thin shell it has to stand on. And until now, I have wondered what the inside looked like.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Day Forty-One. Scooter Booter.

It has been two years since I adopted Scooter. Scooter had a very rough life before he came into mine. He was three years old and had never done some of the most basic dog things. Once with me he had his first vet trip, his first car ride, his first night inside the house, his first collar, his first everything, really. He was so afraid and scared in the beginning, but with lots of love, and Sadie to help him along the way, his progress is mind-blowing. The Scooter that I have now is not the Scooter that I picked up that cold February day two years ago. I love this big bundle of excitement more than I thought I could.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Day Forty. Sun, Finally.

Today was the first day in a very long time that the sun has been out. Even though I was sad to see the sun set it couldn't have been any more gorgeous.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Day Thirty-Nine. Two Dog Night.

Not a three dog night but a two dog night. This is what a lazy evening at my place looks like. Yes, it is as cozy and warm as it looks. Cuddlers are welcome...

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Day Thirty-Eight. The RR Crossing.

Sometimes I wonder what in the world can one person do to make a difference. Then I come across a railroad crossing and it's flashing. Granted many crossings have the mechanical arms that barricade the road to ward of drivers of the dangers, but there are still several that are only notifying drivers of trains' crossings by the flash of a tiny light. Something as simple as a flashing light can save a life, can make that difference. What is your flashing light? What is that simple thing you can do to make a difference?

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Day Thirty-Seven. Bella-The Natural Pose.

Bella is a curious kitty. She was dumped on the side of the road when she was very, very little. She was the runt of the litter, and they were barely over a month old. She literally just fit in the palm of my hand. Over her developmental stages Bella has had a vision problem. It is actually more funny and endearing then sad or unjust. She is such a loopy kitty that even if she can't see something by looking at it she will look to the side to focus in on what she's meaning to see. Often times her eyes cross and then uncross. However, this cat is so agile and precise she has put to shame many more capable kitties. And so came the phrase "Bella is CRAAAAZY."

Friday, February 5, 2010

Day Thirty-Six. Snow, again?!

Every morning, after I wake up, I go around and open the shades to let the morning light flow in when the sun rises. This morning started off dark and wet, like the past several weeks have. I finish with my hair and make-up a while later and finally open the shade in my main bathroom. Up goes the roll shade and down goes my jaw. These huge, lumpy snow flakes were falling with a sort of determination towards the earth. Heavy and certainly they drifted from the sky down to the ground clinging to what short life they might have. It was almost as if the heavens just opened up as these monstrous flakes descended. As much as I am ready for the spring weather and for the mud to dry up, seeing these snow flakes dance with life made me smile. When the snow falls things change. Things that were not clean become clean, the grunge and human touch is manipulated into something entirely different. Something pure. The trees grow, the ground becomes a new canvas again. It is amazing, the forgiving powers of a freshly fallen snow.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Day Thirty-Five. Rain, Rain Go Away...

Come again another the very, very distant future. Please.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Day Thirty-Three. The Black Cat Appeal.

This is Survivor. She is one of my parents' cats. I have had the hardest time getting a fair picture of her because she is such a dark black color. I did manage one a little better than this, but this was my favorite. I think it shows the perfect balance of her facial features with the ability to be indiscernible. Even though she's a cat, I consider her a furry sister...packed with attitude.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Day Thirty-Two. The Mighty Trees.

Even in the depths of winter the trees, to me, are very humbling. To think that these creatures have withstood year after year of blazing sun and frigid cold, to grow taller and stronger than ever before. I think many times in winter we forget the strength and power of the tree. Without it's leaves it seems weak and silent. However, if you listen closely you can hear it's stories of pain and joy. You can hear it thriving and awaiting spring to bear it's warm sunlight and moist rains.