Wednesday, April 1, 2015

I Can Be A Little Mean...

I enjoy a good, clean April Fool's Day prank.  Last year, totally off the cuff, I told the kids I was pregnant, and they completely fell for it.  This year, I was certain there was no way I was going to get them with anything because they spent the whole day yesterday talking about what they could do to trick people. 
But this morning, after picking up a few scattered cat toys and carrying them to the basket in my daughter's room, an idea came to me.  While standing in her room, pretending to search the trees behind our house through the window, I cried, "Oh no!  Not again!".  Of course, they both came running to see what I was 'oh no-ing' about, and I told them I seen a little white kitten playing back there.  A couple of years back, that is where we discovered two of our current kitties, Georgia and Crush.  Well, "We have to save the kitty Mommy, he'll freeze!".  So they dress, more quickly then I ever thought they could, and out they race. 
I grabbed the camera and through a screened window, (sorry about the quality) I took a photo of them searching.  Yes, it was rainy here this morning, so that added to meanness of the situation a bit.  I called them a bit closer to break the news of the prank, and I think I captured their expressions perfectly!  Needless to say, they were upset with themselves for not remembering what day it was.  They were also a little upset with me getting a giggle out of them.  I tried to take some of the sting out of it by telling them what good people they are.  It is, after all, very important to have those who care so deeply about the creatures on this precious planet.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

A Few Firsts

We had our first Spring rain!  I stepped out onto the deck and just listened to it.  I was already feeling good with the warmer temperatures, but that sound rejuvenated me from my winter slumber even further.

This is the first year that I've walked my dog out of the yard.  Even though we live on 10 acres, it gets a little dull walking around on only our turf.  I was worried he would take to wandering about the countryside on his own if I took him off our property.  Now that he is older, and much more relaxed, I started walking him, on leash, in all directions, and so far so good.  He's never had to be on a leash in the yard, and it surprises me to see him get so excited when I bring it out.

With so many of the roads dry, the kids wanted their bikes down.  They've outgrown them though, and while they served their purpose that day, we will have to go shopping soon.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Coffee Creamer?

While browsing through my Flipboard in the photography section a few days ago, I came across these incredible photos.  It is what inspired them that surprised me.  Powdered coffee creamer.  Yes, these photos are part of an ad campaign for common powdered coffee creamer.  While they didn't give me the urge to run out and buy some, they did instill a sense of calm and that made me want to sit down with a cuppa and share them here with you.  The article on this little project is here, and the talented photographer, Jeffery Vanhoutte has a website definitely worth browsing through here.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

First Day Of Spring

There was little color to be taken from these photos in order to make them black and white images.  A grey sky covering a landscape on the first day of Spring in the Canadian prairies has little to offer by the way of color. 

I enjoyed the walk and taking the photos, and was looking forward to bringing them here, but when I opened them, I found the photos to be extremely dull.  So, off to Photoshop they went, and after a little of this and a bit of that, and a wee bit more of that, I came to like the once lackluster images.

I love black and white photography for the same reason everyone else does, the dramatic simplicity.  Black and white imagery always seems to flow with whatever mood I'm in.  I can take from it whatever I want or need.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Bad Kitty!

The toilet paper took a major beating this morning.  I have no idea what it did to offend Sooty, but it must have been something terrible.  Very little of it survived to go on and fulfill its original purpose.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

My Little Black Cat

This little, black cat is about 8 months old now, and as you can expect, he is a ball of energy.  And a bundle of snuggles.  And a truck load of laughs.  There is no one in our home he doesn't like, including our 120 pound dog, who is friendly, but let's face it, at that size, has a hard time to be gentle when feeling playful.  Nonetheless, Sooty always gives Bear a chance to sniff and lick him, and I'm sure if Bear would settle down, the cat would snuggle right up and go to sleep with him.  I cannot tell you how happy I am with this cat's personality!  And can't you just see it in this photo?!!

Thursday, February 19, 2015

A Moment of Reverie

The photo has little to do with this post.  I couldn't find an accurate photo on the web of the snowflakes falling here today, but I came across this pretty little scene and decided to nab it.  Unfortunately, I couldn't find a name to give to credit to.  Suffice to say, it wasn't me that took it as I have most of the photos on my blog.

Back to my point. After I had fallen on my face several times while attempting to snowshoe in freshly fallen and drifted snow, I dragged my butt to my garden swing to spend some quality petting time with my dog.  It was very quiet at this point, snowflakes drifting down slowly and landing in Bear's fur.  A big, fluffy black dog speckled with snowflakes is beautiful enough, but upon closer inspection, I noticed that the tiny individuals were shaped perfectly like a six petal flower.  And I do mean perfect, and not just the odd one, all of them.  With the way they were landing in and on the tips of his fur, they created a delicate, miniature flower garden.  It's really too bad I didn't have my camera with me.  Not to say I would have done the scene justice with my photography skills, but it would have been nice to try.
Maybe you would like to hear less about delicate, graceful snowflakes and more about the not so delicate and graceful girl behind this post.  First things first, I'm not athletic.  At all.  I can walk, but that's about it.  And after today, I'm not sure I'm holding onto that skill all that well.  In my defense, the snow was fresh, deep and damn near impossible to see fluctuations in.  I fell off a 3 foot drift. Yes, I measured it.  I truly did not see it coming, just putting one foot in front of the other, and then in one step there simply was no ground and it was too late to pull back.  I'm sure there was a small instantaneous prayer that it was only going to be a few inches, but alas, the higher power could respond that quickly and down I went.  At least it was a soft landing.  The falling and the landing was the easy part.  Getting up was another story.  I was quite buried, and when Bear noticed I was down, it was his opportunity to make matters worse by jumping on my back.  It took some time, but I managed to stand up, put myself back together, find my toque and such, and start trudging along again.  There were a few more falls on the way back home, but none so dramatic as the first.  By the time I got back to the yard, fed the birds and landed on the garden swing, I was spent.  Literally too tired to think, it was then that I noticed the beautiful snow garden forming on Bear's back and after a brief moment of reverie, I realized I was hungry.  And just like that, the beautiful moment was over.