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The last light on Mt. Baker taken from Jimmy's driveway.
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I overlooked locking the door to my/Puddy's room from the outside, and Jimmy worked at the door until he got in. Puddy's food bowl was empty, and Jimmy was very happy with himself.
This was a real coup for Muse. He loves these two fluffy boys & has been relentless about getting them to include him.
I did put the bathmat there--hoping to occupy Jimmy for a few minutes. The acorn squash was really only there to keep the bathmat from sliding off the counter.
When I placed warm, just-dried laundry on the kitchen counter, Jimmy could not have been more happy. I took lots of photos; thank you for your indulgence.
Jimmy seemed a little sad this morning. He was staring out of the window, so I brought him some warm clothes from the dryer. At the last minute, though, I stuck a few warm pieces into the cat bed. He crawled in immediately, but he did at least consider the pile. (series of 3)
Well, this is what happens when you read the theme for the week on a Sunday morning and then take photos 4 days later. I remembered "attributes" and forgot to zoom in close.
However, I liked the light on Jimmy's whiskers against the shadows of the bushes in front of our house. I cropped the photo but didn't alter the exposure at all. The lighting was harsh and the shadows were dark but they did make Jimmy's whiskers show up.
I go into work very rarely (I work remotely from home) but I do have to go in this morning so I'll be back to comment on everyone's Happy Caturday posts this afternoon.
Happy Caturday: Attributes
The deers of Mission Island love cracked corn, as you can tell by the amount of corn on his nose.
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We stopped by the Blue Front Cafe in Bentonia - the oldest remaining juke joint in Mississippi. Jimmy "Duck" Holmes, the son of the original proprietors and an absolutely astounding blues musician, was there and running the store. I had the honor of sitting and chatting with him for a little while. We came back later that night and had a chance to listen to him play.
There's more to that evening, and it still makes me think. I don't think I can easily describe it and that's part of the challenge. Witnessing imbalances - economic, racial, historic - was something that has stayed with me since then.