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My friend Denise named this little cub Tuffs because of the rimmed ears which is white fur. At first we thought there was a problem with the ears but the close ups proved it was thick fur...very different but also very easy to keep track of her in the future. I’m just guessing not sure what sex she is. The other cub Denise, Stu and I decided would be Tuffy not sure if that is the spelling we chose.
Here Tuffy and SWR are having a moment together as they wait for a fish. The tender interactive moments is what it is all about for me.
Fear not, Jasper gets a TON of play. But Mr Drama would have you believe we ignore him all day. He loves his new toy called Ceph, a Tuffy Octopus he got for Christmas. Ceph has a head wound but is otherwise holding up OK.
Jasper got this Tuffy Oddball for his birthday this year and it's become one of his faves. It's part of most evenings' festivities and its held up remarkably well
Loved this little guy giving me the stink eye!!
Practicing my lessons from Huub Zeeman whild walking about in Amsterdam. Shooting one handed from the hip is a lot trickier than one would think, first you need an interesting subject (I prefer fronts to people backs), then the aiming part of getting what you want in the frame but there's also getting the sharpness in the shot. I guess I'm OK at the 1/640s for a 32mm focal length level, kind of sad if you think about it but I'll take it and I keep practicing.
Just some iPhone video footage of Jasper receiving a new Tuffy Oddball and some off the fun that ensued. As is typical (except for December and January) I was in shorts and barefoot. For the record, kicking a brand new Oddball in bare feet is not a real great idea. Stings a little 😛
Oddball is Jasper's go-to toy. All the other toys come out, but Oddball is the default. His last one lasted almost exactly a year and is still functional (you can see it near the beginning), if a little deflated and stitched.
and Tuffy. Finished this tonight after procrastinating all week last week, but after chatting with someone on Twitter today, decided to finish this up and get started on another Swoon. I've found that I much prefer quilts with only a few giant blocks over same size quilts with (seemingly, at least that's the way it felt when I was making this one) 1000s. lol Adding the extra row , so that it's 5 blocks x 5 blocks, made it 86" x 86", in case you were wondering.
Definition: late, late late !!!!! : occurring after the appropriate or expected time, especially too late to be effective or useful.. a momentary lapse of awareness !!!
[Early 17th century. <belate "make late, delay"]
The Head forgot but the Heart remembered though
so hope you will forgive me
I sent Tuffy to beg your forgiveness
The late day sun glows on the rocky shore of the island that Tuffy can see.....Does he hear a boat...? Are they coming soon?
**Worked late today....will make comments later today or tomorrow ..Sorry!!
This long Exposure of the old Tuffy's garage in Enniscrone, was taken in August last year. I was back last week and was thinking of reshooting it - but it is all hoarded off as the site is being developed into 'Quirky Glamping Village' which has been getting great publicity lately, as they hope to install a Boeing 747 on the site. The building is typical of garages in Ireland from the 1950's and 60's.
The photo is part of a collection of black & white, long exposure photos of Sligo. See 'Sligo Exposed' album on the right hand side.
Another image from "home"... these persistent dandelions were sheared off later in the day by my parent's ferocious lawn mower, but not before I managed to take the Hasselblad out into the backyard. My bedroom window is in the upper left corner there, and the green tree in the background is the one planted when my dog Tuffy died, and dedicated to his memory. We planted that tree when I was 14 or 15... it's huge now. I guess we both grew up.
Taken with my Hasselblad 500 C/M.
On top as usual. He was bigger/older than his compatriot and showed no mercy when it came to showing who was boss.
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Mother LunLun with 4 month old XiLan, aka "AJ" short for Atlanta's Joy!
Made FlickrExplore #62 Monday Jan 5, 2009.
Jasper has always had a penchant for hopping up on the ottoman in our family room. Anytime he has some victory like stealing the ball from his humans, he jumps up there. So we call it his Ottoman Empire. For his birthday he got this toy called the Tuffy Oddball. So perched on his thrown with the Oddball, it only makes sense that he's the Oddball Emperor, right? Got this by putting the camera on the floor propped for a slight tilt, lens up with a wired remote. Tossed Jasper the Oddball which he caught and immediately perched on the ottoman. Click!
This is probably Jasper's favorite birthday gift - a Tuffy Ultimate ring with squeakers inside. Good for tugging, tossing, catching, etc. He followed us around ALL day with this. [tug, toss, repeat] Pretty good brand I have to say. We've had many of their products and they make great indoor toys (summer in Phoenix ain't exactly outdoor weather, if you know what I mean)
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The Wadena local switches out Tuffy's in downtown Perham before continuing its jaunt east to Wadena were it would then switch out the Drywall Supply company.
Jasper got a new Tuffy Ultring for his 4th birthday which we celebrated yesterday. Now he's become a pusher - trying nearly every waking moment to get me addicted to the ring too. He says, "What harm can a simple plush toy be? Come on Todd, your parents won't find out."
Well, it's a slippery slope, fella. Sure it starts with a ring toy, but what's next? Frisbees? Balls? Or the really hard stuff - beef bones?
This is Tuffy who lives with a neighbor and is the strangest kitty I think I've ever seen. He's huge, he has a MANE, a dark stripe down his back and funny ears. He's actually quite a character and very funny but I'm just amazed when I look at him. Check out those paws!
Tuffy was a mix of four breeds: Golden Retriever, Cocker Spaniel, Sharpei and (possibly?) Labrador. He looked like a Golden Retriever, really, but with Corgi-type legs. He loved high places - wide tree branches, rooftops, even picnic tables were often preferable to the ground. He even learned how to climb the ladder into the treehouse.
I admit that I encouraged the habit, often carting that ladder around the farm, carrying him up it and depositing him in a branch ten feet off the ground, where he would quite happily start exploring. This tree, in particular, was one we both loved: it boasted three wide, nearly horizontal branches spaced only a few feet apart. It also looked out over my Grandma's place and, beyond that, cornfields that stretched into the sunset.
Those days are gone, of course. My childhood, my Grandmother. Tuffy was struck by a car during my early teenage years, and didn't make it. This tree, years later, was hit by a fierce lighting storm and split down the center. It's just a stump now.
All of those things make me ache just a bit, but not too badly. I don't think I took those days for granted. I remember sitting in that tree, early Autumn leaves dancing in the wind around me, the sun setting in the distance, a good book in my hand and a good dog nearby. I remember thinking, knowing, that those days were numbered. And when I think about, all of those things carry over into today's life. That tree encouraged a love of nature. My Grandmother taught me about birds, Scrabble, flowers and family. Finding Tuffy on the road, after he had been hit by that car, and rushing him to the animal clinic - that strongly fueled my desire to be a vet. And images like this one taught me how amazing photography can be, how it enables us to bridge space and time, to recall the bright, laughter-filled moments of our past.
Jasper unexpectedly gets his mom's attention. Looks like it's time to go bug the female human.
Inexplicably, last weekend my Canon 50mm f/1.4 prime went kerflooey. Focus (neither manual nor auto) is functional. Like it's slipping a cog in there. So I got out my 35mm prime f/2.0. I have to say I prefer the f/1.4. I'll see what the repair shop says. If not, the Sigma 50mm f/1.4 Art lens looks enticing bur pricey. But I feel like I need (OK, 'really want') a low light lens. Suggestions for a Canon mount?