Forever looking to improve my photographic skills with new and old subjects. Ultimate goal: humans! How complicated.
All my life I’ve wished to share my appreciation of the world’s simple, astounding beauty. Nature and the nature of things.
My son, as an infant, toddler, child was a willing photographic subject for my ever ready lense. But sons are sometimes lost and a mothers creativity suddenly goes dormant for what seems like forever.
Serendipitously, I discovered it again in a new camera and a pen a few years ago.
Combined with writing and a recently adopted, four legged friend, I am now and again passionately appreciating and sharing.
The things I see out of doors on a hike or a stroll, the things I love are no small things. They are indeed grande!
For the fresh experience of introducing a naive rescue dog to an ocean beach,
for sharing smiles and names
and stories and talk
of the unimaginable and the what would be small
for the sheer love of the the newness of a brusque January day in the middle of it all,
I have loved this day.
I ask myself,
“Who is she, behind all the bark and the fluff?
Behind the make-up and all of the make me pretty stuff?”
Another sip of another year.
Seems she changes like the wind.
Or is it the mirrors in here?
for the good that will be
for auld lang syne
A letter to his foster family in Byron, Georgia.
Red is the best dog I’ve ever had!
Yesterday I took him to Narragansett Beach for his first ever look at an ocean. It’s safe there, far from traffic with few distractions. We started working on recall training. Within less than five minutes he had it down pat. Of course plenty of treats helped! This is a huge, expansive ocean beach where he could have bolted had he wanted to. I kept him close and he stayed with me either by choice or training. No matter, he was well within reach always.
Red hasn’t a single negative behavior. He walks well on leash, gets along well with other dogs and enchants humans at first sight. He wags his tail as he approaches then politely sits close, smiling up at their eyes, waiting to be petted. He hasn’t met a resistor yet.
Every morning Red waits patiently at the door to go out. He won’t tinkle in the yard and only poops deep in the woods!
Today out in the cold December air, we were recall training in the meadow by the salt marsh. We came to a tidal stream we’ve rock-stepped before at low tide. The in-training, off leash Red dog from inland Georgia climbed down the embankment. He walked right into the waist deep water and SWAM across! Then he stood and waited on the other side, shocked as to what the hell had happened to him! I called and called to him because he didn’t want to cross it again. But he stayed with me and eventually SWAM back, running full gallop, laughing all the way. I could easily, but not pleasantly, have walked into the five foot across creek to rescue him if necessary. But I guess the retriever in him shone through after all. He shook the excess brackish off as we hiked home, not at all fazed by his aquatic adventure.
This little dog called Red is ever the snuggle pup. He’s my constant companion. He is adjusting beautifully to his new home in New England.
Red The Rescue Dog.
He is heaven-sent in a warm bundle of smooth red fur and soft brown eyes.
But Misty, I have a question about the phrase “rescue dog”.
Who is it who rescues who?
Toss and turn. At 1:30 a.m. open e-reader. Commence reading compelling novel. Your fruit fly will eagerly respond. You will know he is ready to begin when you sense a tickle on the fine hairs of your right index finger. The timing is right. But, in your all absorbing book, you may forget that this is a fruit fly lesson. You’ll think that the tickle was imagined and return to your chapter. No worries! This is normal fruit fly owner behavior.
Continue reading uninterrupted for a full 30 seconds.
Wave away that irritating tingle at the entrance to your left nare. Return to reading. Then on the right nare. Repeat thrice.
Go back to your book. Observe that the letter (i) is double dotted and letter (T) is double crossed. And the one of them is crawling. See it crawl in circles, spirals, ovals and figure eights. Watch it feign leaving the page via the upper right hand corner. See it prepare to abandon the remains of T and i. Blow a short burst of breath onto the pest in futility.
Get out of bed. Switch the bathroom light on. Observe the drosophila perform aerial acrobatics up close before your half-closed lids. Blink. Blink. Blink again. Frantically grasp at thin air in random directions.
Return to bed thinking, “Freaking fruit fly is following me.”
Snuggle into warm bed. Reopen e-reader. Become all consumed by current chapter. In horror, watch the winged fruit bug chapter-bomb the page. Feel your pulse quicken. Your pupils contract. Steady your breathing. Imperceptibly wiggle your right thumb. Prepare for battle.
In your minds eye you see the drosophila melanogaster distort on the page taking over it’s entire space.
Stealthily now, with your right distal phalanx, go in for the kill.
See the winged tipped micro-monster vanish!
Repeat these three easy lessons times three.
Drosophila has tricked you into a few rounds of hide and seek.
No worries! This is normal fruit fly owner behavior.
Safety first. Do not order explosives from websites found in search for “ways to get rid of fruit flies”. 😅
That was the tweet that was! 🤡