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Yes this is a phone shot (Snapseeded to death because I can't help myself)....yes I went back with the 'real' camera the next evening to get some better shots....and yes I even dragged along some photographer friends....'let's go out, I know where there are some excellent hay bales arranged in a nice curve around the side of the field' ...and yes, when we got there, the bales had all been moved into a big pile in a very distant and inaccessible corner! Proving the point once again, the best camera is always the one you have with you at the time.
But never mind. It's September! Who else is celebrating? It's the month for Indian summers (please!), lighting the fire, pyjama shopping and getting ready for that beautiful season we call Autumn :)
Took this charming pic at one of Ottawa's beautiful garden centers. Happy new week, happy june my friends =)
“Though February is short, it is filled with lots of love and sweet surprises.” ― Charmaine J. Forde ❤️
Not feeling too creative after a long day of Excel spreadsheets and confusing math, but luckily we started a new month today and that can serve as inspiration for a still life shot.
Hope everyone is doing well and staying safe.
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Wishing all my Canadian Flickr friends a Happy Canada Day! Due to Covid-19 all the usual celebrations have been cancelled, so enjoy & celebrate in your own way this year, stay safe & hopeful! This is a pic of the front of my house.
To celebrate this New Month's Eve, I went outside to look at the moon. It was a cold, dark night, and not a breath of a wind dared disturb the stillness. Even the owls were quiet. Encouraged by the silence, I got a sudden urge to let out my inner wolf. On a whim, I climbed up on top on top of an urn and delivered to February howls of welcome well into the night.
P.S. The only light in this photo comes from the actual honest to goodness moon itself, in all its regal glory and brilliance--I kid you not!
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Hallowe'en.
A dark, chilly October night. Stars shining brilliantly from their vast, cloudless bed of sky. The wind sending rattling breaths through the skeletal trees, casting off any straggling leaves to flutter limply to the ground.
Howls, moans, and cackles, whispers -- imagined, remembered, and yet to be heard -- tumbling through the air, knocking into each other and mingling with the wind. The air is alive with them -- unliving, but certainly not dead. All around, and thoroughly inescapable for I can sense that I am one with them, and so is everyone around me. We were one long long ago, and, when the time comes we will be one for ever more.
This New Month's Eve, I could not ignore the paranormal traditions of the day. So I built a tunnel in a pile of leaves, set candles inside, and sat by the entrance to this fabulous structure all night, inviting anyone and everyone -- and everything -- to come in and reflect with me in the flickering warmth.
It's December. And you know what it did today? It rained. Rain! The warm, sloppy, oozy kind. In December. I tell you! Have you ever heard of something so outrageous?
Neither had I.
So, I set out to right this tremendous wrong. But when dealing with the weather denizens one has to be cryptic. You can't just go out and holler to the heavens "I'd like a large snow, please, with some icicles and a side of bluster." They'll never listen to you that way! You've got to be spiritual and philosophical about it. The first thing you have to do is find an open, flat place with little distractions and go there at the crack of dawn. Sitting there, proceed to empty your mind. Clear away all thoughts of everything except snow. Think of the lovely times you've had in the snow, and the lovely times you plan to have. Think of all the joyous emotions that would fill your stuffing if only there was snow.
With these thoughts, start to sing. Don't think about what you are singing, just sing. If you've done everything right, you will be singing about snow (though you won't even really know that you're singing at all, of course). Shortly after you start singing, you should start dancing. Dance snowishly. And keep on dancing all through the rest of the morning, afternoon, evening, and night. At midnight, conclude your new month's day snowdance with one final, deploring howl and reach your paws up towards the heavens.
Oh, and the last step: wait for snow.*
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*be patient. The text above is merely a guide. Acting upon these instructions does not guarantee gratification in the form of snow, ice, sleet, hail, or any other wintry precipitation. It is possible that no gratification will come at all. This ritual has only been done once and therefore its results (which have not yet been observed) alone are not sufficient statistical evidence to suggest that there is a correlation between the above-mentioned actions and the weather. Snugglepup and his gang are not responsible for any injuries acquired during the performance of these actions, or any unexpected outcomes. Please post in the box below with questions, comments or concerns.
For this month's New Month's Eve celebration, I was going to go outside in the blizzard,* so, just before midnight, I got all bundled up and ready to go outside. But as I sat there, snuggled up in my warm, fuzzy scarf, watching the snow fall outside the window, I felt myself nodding off...
I was in a strange forest, wading through cool, fluffy white snow that was so high I couldn't feel the ground. Rather than trees in this forest, there were glittering spears of ice, reaching high into the black sky. They reminded me of upside-down icicles. But then I noticed something that made my stuffing squirm in excitement: a brilliant light on the horizon. As I watched, the light rose into the sky. It had the warmth and promise of a sun, but the mysterious subtlety and magic of a moon.
It wasn't until the light was almost directly above me that I realized what it was: the embodiment of February. Here I was, in the strange, icy, glistening, world of January, while the ethereal, fleeting February loomed overhead, and I realized that its fall was imminent. But as I realized that, I also realized that I had started to sink into the snow. I tried to bring myself higher, but the more I struggled, the more I sank. Soon, I was complete submerged.
And that's when I woke up, to find myself slumped against the window, snuggled up in my warm, fuzzy scarf. I looked at the clock: it was exactly midnight.
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*we've gotten an obscene amount of those lately.
To mark the end of May and the beginning of June, I decided to spend the night outdoors, watching the starry sky and listening to the frogs.
But anyone who has tried to sleep outside on a beautiful spring evening knows that there are lots of little buzzy critters out there, trying to suck out your stuffing. Today wasn't any different -- the night was full of bugs. Being the wise pooch I am, I knew that building a campfire would scare them away. But the problem with that was that when I was facing the fire, they would bite at my back and when I was facing away from it they would bite at my front. I had to keep spinning around every few seconds, which not only made me dizzy, but it didn't exactly make for a peaceful New Month's meditation.
The solution, after a moment's reflection, was simple. I also like to think that the ring of fire represents the circular continuity of time, flowing from one month to the next, leaving me, stranded in its midst with no option but to enjoy its passing.
I woke with a start this morning, realizing that it was already October second. Because of all the excitement about the new-found tamale-lover, I hadn't yet done my customary New Month Ritual.
So, to make up for the lateness, I decided my ritual would get right to the heart of the season. I put myself literally in the skin of October.
I reflected upon the months past and all that I imagine in the months to come... all with the smell of pumpkin and fresh, dry leaves.
well this month. the month of september.
i have many things to look forward to !
liiiikee MY BIRTHDAY !!!!!!! :DDD and football games and school starting i guess... bleh. and other stuff that will make this month awesome (:
but yeahh, 21 days till my birthday :] yaya !
should be a good month :]
p.s. i probably should have outlined him in black so you could see him better :P
To celebrate New Year's Eve, my monkey friend Spike and I decided to revisit a ritual we performed in the beginning of my photographic career. First, we hollowed out a snowbank to make a comfy cave. Then, we gathered sticks and made a fire! Sitting there, eyes trained on the fire and mind deep in thought, was a lovely way to bid 2010 a fond farewell and welcome 2011 with open paws.
In fact, Spike and I were so comfortable in there that we fell asleep and when we awoke this morning, we saw lots of little footprints around the ashes where our fire was. I suppose there must have been some traveler who came by during the night to enjoy the warmth of our fire...
Anyhow, I hope you all had a good new year's eve... and happy 2011!
EDIT: The mystery has been solved! I found on flickr an explanation of the little footprints!
I love pink bleeding hearts. I spotted these in a neighbor's yard while walking Jasmine this afternoon. When we got home, I grabbed my macro lens and went back out.
Eldad has posted a video of dogs/ horses in need of spay/neuter and rehoming. If everyone could make a ten dollar donation, it will offset the expenses of the vet services. Please watch if you have time. The dogs are not abused or neglected. They just need to be put in new homes. Thank you. www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmQyCDBOgSQ
On this New Month's observation, I went for a stroll in a recently-hayed field, listening to the night critters in the nearby trees and watching the stars. They were perfect walking companions, because they kept pace with me flawlessly. The faster I went, the faster they went, so the same little cluster was always directly above me.
After several minutes, I started to fear that maybe they were getting tired. I wasn't tired, because I'm a puppy and I have endless energy, but they, I hear, are quite old. Maybe they weren't up for this much exertion? They were such polite, quiet little things that they wouldn't admit to being tired, but out of consideration for them, I decided to stop for a bit on top of a tractor. The metal roof was still warm from the last of the June sun, and the cool night breeze was a pleasantly refreshing contrast in my fur. The stars settled down with me, and it was such a peaceful, quiet, comfortable place that I found myself drifting off...
The funny thing is that when I woke up a short while later, I saw that the stars had moved a considerable distance. I guess they weren't tired after all.
March always takes me by surprise. After February was just getting started when all of a sudden--it was over. Just like that.
And now, the snow is melting and forming cool, dewy mists among the trees; birds are returning to the skies, their calls filling the air... and the breezes are gentler and warmer and bare a hint of spring.
Aye, it's here: March.
In the dark cold of a February evening, there is no better place to be than inside a hollow tree in the middle of the woods. Realizing that February was almost over (it's truncation always takes me by surprise) I figured I better do so before it was too late.
So, for New Month's Eve, I packed up the candles and headed into the forest. As I sat there, watching February slip away, I considered the symbolism of my state. Perhaps at this critical turning point (the exchange of time from February's austere grasps, into the open, verdant embrace of March) we are presented with a choice: should we confine ourselves to the brilliant warmth of the familiar, or take the daring step and experience the expansive reality of the greater world?
Ab heute ist Frühling 🌸
Der Gummisalat fängt an zu blühen - es sind wilde Geranien! Na sowas!
Die Leute sind wie ausgewechselt und kommen alle raus.
Ich wollte in der Geisterstadt ruhig ein Buch lesen, an einem windgeschützten Platz.
Satz mit x... alle Beach Boys sind auch da. 😎
Der erste, ein Berliner Eritreer (von weitem als deutsche Kartoffel zu erkennen, mit Dortmunder Union 🍺 und Jacke von ZARA) war ja noch ganz witzig. Abgeschoben wegen Schengen schlägt er sich hier jetzt durch - mal gibt's Arbeit, mal gibt's keine - was? Security? Dich frag ich nicht nach deiner Telefonnummer.
Die nächsten zwei waren dann aber echt schmierig, hartnäckig und nervten... 😝
Der vierte, der Daesh-Typ vom Hafen, der mich letztens schon mit seinem finsteren Blick so erschreckt hat , kam jetzt mit dem Radl 🚲 an und fragte, ob ich hier in Trapani eine Aisha kenne?
Assalamu alaykum wa rahmatullah wa barakatuh.
Na, wer weiß, vielleicht hatte der letztens nur Stress oder schlechte Laune...
Und Salaam Rajab - da steht der Hilal 🌙 über dem Supermarkt
Because I spent most of my New Month's Eve yesterday conversing with Jack o Lanterns, I had to spend all of today doing my customary New Month ritual. Inspired by the spirit of Halloween, I spent this New Month enveloped in a suit made of glowsticks.
Their brightness guided my meditating thoughts towards things worthy of reflection* and their bright colors reminded me of the stark, relatively colorless winter months that we are entering. My ritual also served to deal with the issue of the uncanny amount of glowsticks that seems to have come with yesterday's holiday...
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*somehow, I kept getting back to tamales...
As August turns to October, while Summer rolls into Autumn, the trees grow bare, their shedding leaves whipped to the ground by a new, chilly wind, and collecting in a thick blanket on the ground. Little rodents start collecting their winter storage, and bushes and undergrowth grow twiggy and harsh. Humans enjoy the last precious days of warmth before changing their wardrobes. Around the world, the autumn harvest is almost ready.
And in a little house, one pup has also arrived at a landmark which, to him, seems nearly as important as these magnificent transformations. For this photo marks the four-hundredth photo of Snugglepup's photographic career.
I think this month, I might try and break out a little more, make a little change… try to include some stuff that isn't the cobwebs in my head.
Use the space.
Open the frame.
Might be fun.
Happy February.
As April comes to an end and May begins to rear its head, I was pleased to get a warm, clear night. There was a hint of a breeze, just enough to rustle the fresh leaves and send the aroma of flowers wafting around the garden.
A perfect night to sleep outside.
I found a cozy spot on the grass next to one of my favorite flowers (the checkered lily -- Fritillaria meleagris) and hunkered down for the night, to welcome the month of May the way the flowers do.
I barely noticed the beautiful spring weather today, because I was moping around trying to think of a fitting ritual for tonight's New Month's Eve.
Finally, dusk came, and I still hadn't thought of anything. Luckily, I stepped outside and immediately heard the spring peepers, faintly in the distance.
As I walked through the darkening woods towards the river, the peepers got louder.
I went down to the cliffs by the river. I decided that this is a very symbolic ritual... reining in spring, watching the waters below and the sky above, with a gentle breeze...
Serenaded by spring peepers, and surrounded by the good ol' Fire of Life, I will leap into April at midnight.
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I got a bit carried away (literally!) with the beast yesterday, and didn't get around to observing my customary holiday of New Month's Eve... and New Month's Day, for that matter.
But, after zipping around and having so much fun with my new friend Harley, I have to admit that everyday life seemed a bit dull. Harley has had so many fantastic adventures, and what to I do? Compared to him, I just do the same thing, day after day, week after week, month after month. It's just the way I am -- a creature of habit. As I thought more about this, I realized that maybe there is a certain beauty in this pattern that is my life. A comforting beauty.
So, I went on to welcome another month. And as I thought back on how many times I had done so before, and how many times I will do it again, I was a little sad to think that I had broken the chain of tradition by celebrating this New Month's Eve two days late.
Then again, maybe I'm just spicing things up.
As part of my New Month rituals, I held the Chocolate Ceremony today. I made brownies, a scrumptious three-layer chocolate raspberry cake, and hot cocoa to wash it all down with. The hardest part about baking, I've discovered, is not to get your chin dirty when you're licking out the mixing bowl.
My rituals are usually solitary events, but Utterly and Lanatra joined me for this one. Utterly just couldn't resist the smell of hot cocoa. Lanatra claimed that she was joining me for purely educational purposes, but by the amount she ate, I'm thinking there were other motives as well...
So, February is off to a delicious start.
Happy Chocolate Day.