This is girl. Sassy. That is her name and she is something else. The poor girl was an indoor cat (I’m assuming for the most part). Her owner moved in with his girlfriend where animals are not allowed, so they brought her out to the barn where I tend horses. I worried at first, but she is making herself at home.
She doesn’t always like to be touched, but for the most part she likes to be loved on. She is missing most of her tail. The story is that she got bit by something, an opossum I think. It got infected and this was the consequence. Because of that…she doesn’t let you touch her tail and you can barely scratch her bum. She’s a wallow-er anyway. You know…the ones that like to be petted and yet like to move all over the place as you do it. She’s something else. And oh so pretty.
Surprise. Surprise. Surprise. I just don’t have a lot of pictures to share. I’m sorry about that. It has been a while since I’ve picked up my cameras. I keep meaning to go exploring, but between weather, school, and working two jobs….that just hasn’t happened.
I would like to say that you will be getting new pictures with a new perspective sometime soon, but I cannot guarantee it. I had this amazing trip planned for my next camping trip. Not to somewhere new….I was going to South Dakota again, but I was going to explore other regions and trails that I hadn’t the chance to explore the last time. That is what I was going to do. Then things around the home front took a change to some bizarre world that I’m still trying to wrap my head around. I’ll spare the dramatic details, but the gist of it is….The zone’s babysitter went off the deep end and the zone will probably have to go with me if I want to take a trip.
That shouldn’t really affect my plans, I know. It does, though. Truth be told, it is really just too much hassle to take her to South Dakota. I wouldn’t be able to do half of what I wanted, which ultimately defeats the purpose of my trip. I fear that we may end up on the beaches of Assateague. Fear is not the right word, but I am not sure that I can get any new perspectives that would make you just say…”wow. Great shot.” I might be selling myself short there, but….you know what? I apologize. I’m whining. The frustration of this whole situation has me a little short.
Assateague is a beautiful place. I do love seeing the horses, but the bitter taste of my last trip still sits there. Whatever happens. I will make the most of it and I’m sure that I will enjoy it. The zone and I might just have to view a few other states along the way. I’ll figure it out…I always do. I just hope that you all can forgive me if you end up with more of the same old same old. I get bored too.
You’re not it. Another shot from the old motel. It was riddled with graffiti, but some of it was lacking that artistic creativity. This person clearly took some time…and clearly had some patience. I would have liked to seen something else, but alas….suppose you have to live in a big city for that kind of street art/graffiti.
The ornery, beautiful, noisy dude. I’m not calling him dude as in “Dude, seriously?” Though, to be honest…I say that a lot. But no. His name actually is Dude. The Dude to be exact. A Gypsy Vanner that was won by the therapian program where I tend horses. Kind of. I feed, bring them in, groom one, ride, and clean up after them. So, I’d say it is fair to say that I tend horses. It’s only part-time, but it makes me happy. I’m off point, though.
The Dude…whom again, I’m often saying, “Seriously, Dude” or “You’re killing me, Dude.” This noisy boy cannot be left standing too long if there is a wall or something that makes noise in front of him. He likes to kick when gets bored. He is beautiful though. And he loves people. You really can’t beat that. Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Mr. Trent Tomlison peering out over the crowd the day before Christmas Eve. I could say more, but the words escape me right now. At least the words that are worthy of sharing. I hope that you at least find the picture of such worth.
Not actually. I’ve missed the opportunity to ever see Waylon, Merle, Johnny, or George. And truth be told, I’ve never actually been a Willie fan. I don’t know what it is. I like some of his duets and he has one song that I will tolerate listening to, but I’ve never been a fan. I know…the audacity! Sorry, hate me if you must.
These boys are Montgomery Gentry and then the guy in the middle. I sadly don’t remember his name. He was good, though. This picture is from months ago. I was bored and decided to revisit some pictures that I didn’t get around to posting. I also played around with it a bit, because I didn’t love the original pic. I don’t necessary love this one, but I do like the way that it looks. Hope you do too.
Don’t look at me and don’t speak to me. This little guy. One of three little donkeys named after the three stooges. And boy do they live up to their names. This is Mo, and in all that is the stooge like…he is the smallest of the three. He loves to stare at me, even if it is out of the corner of his eye, but I’m not allowed to acknowledge him. If I acknowledge him in anyway, he takes off running. That is unless I have my camera and kneeled down. If I’m kneeled down with my camera in hand, he strangely finds me less threatening. I guess he thinks that I’m less likely to reach out and try to pet him. He makes me laugh.