If Kate Were A Bird And What To Do For A Photo Project

 

Ha! She would be the cleanup crew. And, a slightly more attractive one at that.

 

I always give Kate shit about getting her own life. She is the queen of sitting around and waiting for someone else to have an idea. If Bella has a hankering for a game of tug she … tada! … brings me a tug. Kate has never, ever, never in the seven and a half years I have had her just brought me toy because she felt like it. As soon as someone else decides to play she is all over it. She is ready to go 100% at the drop of a hat. No warm up time or convincing needed. Never first in line, though.

 

 

It’s so weird how personalities work.

 

Kate is a very good dog. Largely, though, she’s good because it simply doesn’t occur to her to do something bad. However, it also doesn’t occur to her to something good. At the last place I lived we had a doggy door. Great for Bella. Kate? Not so much. She wouldn’t go through it unless you told her to. Kind of defeats the purpose of being able to go outside and potty when you only go out to potty when you are specifically told to do so.

 

My little un-questioning worker bee

 

 

And…

 

I would like to do some sort of photo project for next year, but I don’t know what. None of those 365 things. I am no fan of commitment and saying I will do something every single day for a year is just setting myself up to fail. Even just typing that stressed me out. Hell, a 52 weeks project may be too much. I want to feel like it’s a fun thing to be doing, not another job, you know? I was thinking about doing some version of a Big Year. Maybe dogs instead of birds? Maybe traveling? Photographing something other than what I normally shoot? Monthly themes? Any of you want to do a blogging group thingy? Ideas?

 

 

I have been getting some shooting in on my week off. Handsome fellow, yes?

 

 

Spend any time on flickr? This time of year is nothing but Christmas tree light bokah shots and Cedar Waxwings eating fruit.

 

Unless you are me.

 

No tree. No effing waxwings.

 

I love those guys but I’ll be damned if I ever see one. Got the fruit and get stuck with Robins. Boo.

 

 

Amazing how quiet these guys are when they take off. I make more noise getting out of a chair.

 

 

 

And even though it's sort of right up there with photographing pigeons, I still love my ever-cooperative Scrub Jays.

 

She Is Neither

 

A Day Of Rest

My first day off for the hollies. After the craze of the past two months at work?

 

A day of nothingness.

 

We vegged.

 

 

There were lots of warm cold shoulders

 

 

And TV watching

 

 

Until we could take no more.

 

And by “we,” I mean Kate.

 

We waited for the rain to let up and went to the park. Not too many people out. No Husky run-ins. Just that clean pine-y smell after a good rain with a little chimney smoke mixed in for good measure.

 

 

Now time for bed again! Maybe food then bed? Whatever, rest either way.

 

Hope y'all are enjoying your day!

Relaxing

Kate is a little intense.

 

Maybe just tense, period.

 

She’s like a little loaded spring. Never walks anywhere. Always trotting. The concept of a stroll goes right over her head. No time to relax. Must worry about something. It’s like she is always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

 

She’s a Glass Half Empty kinda gal.

 

 

So, it’s weird when she has a Relaxed Day. Every now and then, round eye days.

 

 

Soft and sorta normal looking.

 

 

Even relaxed flinging

 

 

Relaxed stalking

 

 

That tension, though? Never that far away.

 

She just stores it in her wrist.

:)

 

She's Still Back There, Isn't She?

There is a fine line between Biggest Fan and Creepy Stalker

 

 

Kate crosses that line on the regular.

O...M...G

Cats and Dogs!

Well, no cats, really and only 2 dogs. Three if you count the effin husky that wouldn’t leave Bella alone and wouldn’t listen to me or his owner and came very close to having a chuck-it shoved up his obnoxious ass, but we’ll leave that alone. For now.

 

I like the rain.

 

When I don’t have to go somewhere.

 

Weekday mornings…maybe a bit of a pain. Trying to stay dry for work. And not just outside, but getting dogs dried at home before leaving for work? That’s cardio at my house. Bella hates a bath but loves a dry. Wet dog + towel = ecstasy for her. Ever try to hold a 33 pound fish that’s not dead yet? That’s drying Bella off.

 

Sunday morning, though? Fantastical! Means we can go just about anywhere and have the place to ourselves. Particularly since our rain today was limited to morning time. The light-weights stay at home to wait it out. Husky aside.

 

My dogs are Very Good. Exceptional, one might say. The poor beasts have been stuck inside for 2 days with a very ill owner. Not even just inside. In bed. 48 hours. That little Kate, weird as she is, exceptional bed company. I have never met a dog that likes being in bed more than her.

 

 

Belly can get a pesty from time to time. Idle threats usually take care of that, though.

 

So, this morning, since I was sort of back to feeling like a person, I decided to kill 2 birds with one stone. Exercise and pseudo-bathe dogs all at once. We went out during the worst of it. They ran their little heiny-holes off. We even broke the law and ran the totally empty park sans leash.

 

We were also all completely drenched. I don’t really have rain gear. More like drizzle gear. Maybe even just sort of foggy out gear. Twas OK, though. Certainly warm enough out.

 

Until you stop running.

 

 

Then cold damp sad faced dogs. But the ghetto bath worked! They may be cold and pouty now, but they are cold and pouty and shiny!

 

 

 

Yay rain!