“Bodega Bay Dog of the Day” has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Sunny was only 14 weeks old when I grabbed a few pictures of him up in Bodega Bay. Unsurprisingly, he was mostly a blur or in some cases entirely absent from the picture (when he managed to get a tenth of a second ahead of me). But a couple of them came out.
I spotted this towhee in Oregon. And he seems to have spotted me, too!
I ran across some folks while I was out this morning checking out the Farmer’s Market and then heading to the St Patrick’s Day Parade. They seemed like Japanese tourists, although I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a tourist who visited with their cat, so maybe they were Japanese expats. Anyway, they had a gorgeous kitty with them, and despite the grumpy look, I think he was actually pretty happy to be out and about.
Man. I don’t think we appreciate the quality of our phone cameras nearly enough. If I’d tried to crop a picture I took with my film camera back 40 years ago down that small, there’s no way it would have been in focus and it wouldn’t have come out nearly that nice. And this took 5 seconds to take and 2 minutes to edit.
Wally (3) has got this whole ‘big eyes’ thing absolutely nailed, huh?
Ziva is a 6-year-old red Doberman, and a real sweetheart, as I’m sure you can tell.
It’s nice to be back in sunny (no, really!) San Francisco. And here’s a welcome-back pup that I grabbed a picture of this morning, Balenciaga (I had to have his dad spell it for me, and I had no idea what it meant) the spottily gorgeous four year old Dalmatian!
Iris is another pup I ran into when I was visiting Reed College. She is 5, and a born troublemaker if I ever saw one.
I had a kind of a pretty view out the window of my Vancouver hotel room. The hotel was, well, let’s just say it had seen better days, but the price was right, the view was nice, and the location was great, so who am I to complain?
I have arrived home, about 50 minutes ago. Now it’s time for my scheduled two weeks of crushing depression and wishing that my entire life could be staying in posh hotels and hiking and seeing cute animals! Maybe I will live long enough to retire, and there will be enough country left for me to retire in. Here’s hoping!
I just spent about an hour trying to figure out how to edit a chain link fence out of a few big cat photos. Photoshop might be able to do it, but right at the moment Pixelmator, Luminar Neo, and Apple Photos aren’t quiiiite up to the task, and after Adobe went to a subscription model for their main programs 15 years ago or so, and after the rest of their software basically became viruses that were impossible to uninstall, I gave up on them. I’ll wait until the other non-Adobe tools can do what I want.
In the mean time, I caught someone on the potty, and he was very very not amused.
I visited my old stomping grounds — not technically my Alma Mater since I never, you know, graduated, but close enough — Reed College, while I was in Portland. And on that lovely campus I ran across a couple of dogs, one of whom was Justice, the German Shepherd. I don’t have his age recorded, but apparently he was born on the 4th of July, so I guess that’s where his name came from.
