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Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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I've been snapping pictures like crazy since about the time I learned to write in cursive, with any camera I could get my hands on, from instamatics and a hand-me-down black and white Scout camera, courtesy of one of my siblings, to an Olympus 35mm Tom bought me – and that was subsequently stolen from…
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Leash-walking a newly-spayed-and-coned puppy several times in the night through the overgrown "wild grass" on our driveway in my nightgown and flip-flops… not my idea of fun. But meeting the full moon right outside the door… stepping out into a world washed with its light… hearing the distant howl of coyotes… …pure magic. (And almost…
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…in an e-collar. Poor Belle. But at least she's home safe and sound and spayed. At first, neither the surgery nor the e-collar slowed her down. She rocketed down the stairs (as fast as you can rocket on a leash) and when I let Max in to see her, she kissed him and jumped on…
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Oh, how I dreaded this morning! The weeks have flown by, and Baby Belle isn't a baby anymore. She's a young teenager, capable of becoming a mother – and we had to do something about that. The challenge? At 6 every morning this dog is exploding with energy! She's Rocket Dog, Wild Child, Christopher Robin's Tigger all…
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He left Texas heat mirages for Wyoming snow Glided thousands of miles along highways that cut through flatlands and rose into the Rocky mountains Rode beside herds of antelope and prong-horned deer Held little Haila, his newborn granddaughter (named for the grandmother watching her from heaven) Celebrated Father's Day with his new-father son Climbed Independence…
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I'm missing Frankie more and more every day. Not just for his chatty companionship, but for the way he chipped in to help the family… Our house has been invaded by gnats – just a given around the Lake Travis area in the summer, but I swear we haven't had them this bad since…
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A few weeks ago these chains and signs went up on the property next door… (yes, the damn dam property.) Now, I don't blame them for putting up the signs. Several years ago we had people zipping through the middle of our land on their four-wheelers, despite our "No Trespassing" signs. We finally had to…
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…All of my life, you've been right here, holding my hand… loose when I needed loose, tight when I needed tight… but never letting go. I disappointed you at times over the years (Oh, yes I did and you know it!) but you never stopped believing in me, never stopped wanting…
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It was dawn, but little light filtered through the gray clouds; Belle was merely a shadow on the other side of the French doors, a silhouette of a well-behaved puppy, sitting politely, patiently. I couldn't see her eyes, but I knew she was watching me, silently begging for an early walk. I can't resist puppy…
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"The butterfly counts not months, but moments, and has time enough." ~ Rabindranath Tagore The Hollow is filled with butterflies these days… word got out about all of the beautiful wildflowers, I suppose. Many of them are too quick for me and my camera, but this beauty stayed put long enough for me to snap several shots. …
Long Hollow 