We’re sliding backwards a bit to 2011 here, solely because this was taken on this date back then. This is Kaylee, only about six months old here, with her christmas gift, and while she seems quite enamored of her stuffed toy, check the ears – she’s kicking the living hell out of it. Which was the intention, so it’s cool. For no more than two days she considered
Tag: christmas
The gift of empty boxes
That’s always a hilarious joke whenever it’s played on humans, but it backfires a bit when it comes to the big cats:
I had featured a similar video a few years back and was going to repost it, but came across this year’s offering instead. This is courtesy of
Very early Friday morning color
Just fooling around…
I shot a handful of frames, and chose this one because of the halo around the blue light, which was purely coincidental. All of the out-of-focus orbs are reflections of the tree in the nearby window, in case it wasn’t clear – the crossbar is the decorative frame between the double layer of glass. Thus the stacked orbs, except for those that
Christmas day in the morning
The title phrase is a curse, or I suppose an exclamation, that my dad used to say. Still does, perhaps – I haven’t heard it in a long time, but then I don’t get the chance to hang around him much.
Regardless of his language habits, these shots are actually from this morning, before the sun was visible over the horizon. I saw colors developing in the sky and trotted over to the pond,
Having my fun
And, I admit, showing off at the same time.
First off, I never expected to be away from the blog so long, but it’s been a surprisingly busy several days, coupled with a minor digestive ailment which tended to sap my creativity. “Okay,” you’re thinking, “but what does that have to do with your writing or photography?” Don’t lie to me I know
Big cats and the holidays
Ha! I scooped Jerry Coyne on this one (unless he posts in the next few minutes.)
Courtesy of Big Cat Rescue in Tampa, Florida.
Odd memories, part 12
Spurred on by this post from The Bloggess, who is a delightfully warped person, I dredged up some memories of christmases past. Part of the reason I don’t put a lot of effort into holidays is not, as some clueless people seem to think, from being an atheist, but from growing up in my family.