Today: Rainy Day Rockaway . . . Foul Play? June 1, 2012
Posted by nrhatch in Art & Photography, Blogging, Humor.comments closed
Today is a rainy day here in the Sunshine State. So I’ve been playing around with a photo taken when we ate at Frenchy’s Rockaway Grill in Clearwater:
Antiqued . . .
Sepia . . .
Black & White . . .
Lithographed . . .
Metallica . . .
Posterized . . .
Oilified . . .
Saturated . . .
Solarized . . .
Sharpened . . .
Soft Glow . . .
Which is your favorite ~ the original photo . . . or one of its offspring?
Yes . . . I cheated. This photo was not “taken today” . . . but, as part of my rainy day play, I created 11 of these 12 Rockaway images today. Is that okay? Will my efforts hold sway? Or will you condemn me for my Foul Play?
Related Post: Weekly Photo Challenge ~ Today (WP Prompt)
High Hopes June 1, 2012
Posted by nrhatch in Animals, Humor, Nature, Word Play.comments closed
A few days ago, Kate wrote a post about her canine companion and his audacity vis-à-vis a dog sled belonging to a team of pedigreed Huskies ~ Audacity: In Search Of Adventures.
Macauley’s audacity reminded me of a small male dachshund who visited one month when our female Great Dane, Sandy (a/k/a Alexandra of Nordane), was in heat.
I wandered around to her kennel and discovered the tiny pooch as he pondered the possibilities.
Wikipedia ~ Great Dane (in Public Domain)
The spry little guy intended to have his way with her.
Just as soon as he figured out where we kept the step-ladder.
Not surprising, really.
Love is blind after all.
Especially for canines who rely on their sense of smell.
Sandy’s scents held him in rapt attention.
Perhaps the vertically-challenged pup recalled Sandy as a puppy?
When she was all head and no tail.
Even then, the intended service call would have been a bit of a s~t~r~e~t~c~h for a dog with no legs of which to speak.
Speaking of s~t~r~e~t~c~h . . . maybe our intrepid hound had mastered the moniker, Weiner Dog?
Wikipedia ~ Dachshund (in Public Domain)
Or, maybe, he was able to leap tall bitches in a single bound?
Whatever the long or short of it ~ he had High Hopes.
The following month, we erected a sign outside Sandy’s kennel.
Like those at Amusement Parks, it set forth the height restriction for gentlemen callers responding to the call of the wild:
You must be THIS TALL to ride.
That did the trick.
Aah . . . that’s better!
Spirit Lights The Way 