On the way out for the sunrise the other day I found myself singing along with the radio, “I love the night life, I love to boogie”, and I cracked myself up. That would be true, I do love the night life, as long as it starts at 4 AM. And that’s if I’m lucky. Sometimes it starts at 3 AM, and this morning it started a little after 2 AM. That’s when I realized that the sound I was hearing wasn’t motorcycles, it was a helicopter. From the sound of it they were right overhead and circling. It seemed like they were concentrating on my house and my yard, even though I knew that that wasn’t likely. I also knew that the dogs would be awake soon, they seem to know when I’m awake and that will get them up and wanting to go out. But what was going on out there? I put all the outside lights on and let Ozzie out, but he didn’t seem worried about anything. I was glad Zoe didn’t want to go out because she wanders more and I really didn’t want to be outside in my pajamas with the helicopter overhead and a potential ax murderer out there. With my imagination in high gear it wasn’t likely that I was going back to sleep so I made coffee.
I must say that when I walked out of the bedroom I was greeted by the most wonderful smell. Clean, deodorized, no re-oderized, dogs! Ozzie got a bath, and Zoe got a bath, haircut, pedicure, and her ears done yesterday. I took a before picture of her, she was in full woolly mammoth mode and quite overdue for a trip to the beauty shop. I intended to take an after photo also, and I thought I might make the comment that if I thought that spending $100 on a haircut for myself would make as much of a difference in how I look as it does for Zoe then it would be worth the money. But when I picked them up Zoe was all dolled up with little pink bows in her ears and a coordinated scarf around her neck. She was too excited to stay still for much of a picture, and, quite frankly, I was embarrassed for her. She is the least girly girl ever, kind of like me, and she looked ridiculous. I left them on her however, because I had to head out last night and I hoped to get a better picture this morning. But those things are coming off before I take them for a walk this morning. A girl has her pride after all.
If there was an escaped convict on the loose out there this morning I wonder what he would have thought if he heard a savagely barking dog taking a bead on him, and when she came out of the darkness she was wearing tiny pink bows in her ears?
And, of course, I walked in the door and they looked at me as if to say, “Oh, are you home already?”
I had to go back and add this last one. It’s on the side of a building that houses a tattoo parlor. Wouldn’t this make a fabulous tattoo? For that younger version of myself that is, not me. LOL, I always have been all talk. Well, mostly…
I’ve been in touch with an old friend recently, and since he is into fishing I had the thought to take a really spectacular sunrise photo that included a fishing pier. Since most of the sunrise/sunset photo ops involve fishing piers there were several possible options. But it was the sunrise that didn’t cooperate, it never really developed. So I wandered a bit, hoping to get a few decent photos to use. I decided to walk up onto the little wooden bridge to see what things looked like from there. That’s when I got a surprise. To say that I was surprised is one thing, but the look of surprise on my visitors faces was priceless. I climbed up onto the railing in hopes that they would continue their trip across the bridge, but they retreated. I snapped photos but it was dark and they were in shadow, though it doesn’t look like it since to see them I had to lighten the photos, and was just glad to get an image at all. I didn’t find an eagle at Jenkin’s Creek this morning, but I’m not complaining. This little otter family more than made up for it.
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 