Where's my mama?

pausing for a bite to eat

This little guy or gal (??) visited our back yard last night.  For lack of knowing if he's a she or she's a he, we named it Saskatoon.  You weren't expecting Pat or Terry, were you?  After silently munching on willow, Saskatoon slowly ventured over the hillside and into the valley.  The snow loudly shooshed down the slope and winter's dried, brittle underbrush cracked loudly letting us know the route taken.  We never saw or heard Mama in the area.  Maybe 'Toon is alone in the world.  We'll be keeping an out for more visits though.

Thematic Photographic #141 - Windows

Zazu in role of Sad Dog

Just a few minutes prior to this photo Zazu was bounding around the living room, playful.  "Smiling" the way dogs sometimes do.  Flashing chestnut colored catch-me-if-you-can eyes up at me as he'd slam his front paws down, bum in the air, tail wagging.  A barely audible "boof" said "you're it, chase me".  We played for a couple more minutes then I stepped onto the deck, leaving him inside.

A single glass window separated us.  Yet his eyes stared off into eternity.  My heart sank at the sight.  Yes he's a dog but his eyes could be the windows to his soul too.  Sad eyes.  Cruelly left there alone in the world.  Oh, the despair!  Woe is him.  He pretended not to notice me.  Even as I spoke aloud letting him know I'd be right back.  Apparently though he's an elite member of CAG (Canine Actor's Guild).  His eyes never acknowledged outside contact.  Nary a twitch of a doggie brow was seen.  The ears remained stick straight.   Oooh this Sad Dog character was good, deserving of a Wag-Emmy Award.

Not surprisingly Sad Dog was nowhere to be found when I re-entered the house.  Just Zazu, aka Happy Dog, greeted his human upon my return from the far, far away side of the evil window.

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Thematic Photographic #140 - By Land, Sea or Air

Now that's a porta-potty!

Driving across Washington state one autumn I managed to choose the time of day when truckers were out in force.  There were belly dumps of gravel, truckloads of bovine, a chemical load or two, the usual grocery haulers and oodles of the usual other stuff on wheels.  What I didn't expect to see was a restroom in the middle of the road.  I'd imagine it's final destination might have been a park or roadside rest area. Or maybe it was being retired.  Wonder if anyone ventured inside when he pulled over?

Driving.  You never know what you'll see.

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