Merry Christmas To All!

Drawn by Laura.

Pony Power!

Goin' on a Bear Hunt

Our neighbor had seen a bear while he was hunting on our property. As soon as he told us a bear was down back, we grabbed a rifle for self defense in case the need arose, and naturally rushed to try and see the bear.
Joe Houndog lead the procession, verifying the neighbor's assertion of bear activity by sniffing ends of branches and looking at us with horrified eyes and deeply wrinkled brow, reminiscent of the Grinch's dog Max.
When we got to the scene of the bear sighting, Joe explained through vivid body language that the bear had lumbered away through thick underbrush.
As you can see, the day was beautiful, and the path tempting.
Next time I may actually get a picture of Mr. Bear.

O Christmas Tree

Christmas decorations, interpreted through photography by the girls.

Squirrel Girl!

Here's Lottie both in plain sight and hidden in her natural habitat.
We love this squirrel!

Portraits

Here are two pictures that I was pleased with.
I got an Olympus E-500 body last year at a very reasonable price, and finally bought a full price (ouch!) 50mm lens in order to take pictures with my bargain camera.
Super model Debbie cat had a whole photo shoot on the bed, rolling around, posing for the camera.
Laura's hair was gleaming in the sun, and I liked how the new camera could capture the moment.

Cold Front!

Here is our quaint little bonfire area after the storm came through last week.
Everywhere you see water in these photos is normally a wide grassy road.
Before the squall that brought this cold snap, we were at 74 humid degrees in the house. I was tempted to turn on the air conditioning, but I knew that 20 degree weather was coming soon, so I persevered.
My computer died, and I'm using Dan's lap top until I replace my hard drive, but I can share the photos from my new, fancy schmancy camera in the mean time. Lots of interesting blog posts are trapped inside my little red camera till I figure out a way to transfer them.
Tonight the coyotes are running up and down my Cub Creek frontage and talking loudly all about their coyote hopes and fears. Or threatening to eat me, I don't know for sure.
It's frosty cold tonight, about 28 crisp degrees at 11 p.m.