what's really going on...

intakes and outtakes of my usual late-afternoon etsy photo shoot..




Castro, our oldest great-great grandpa rooster, has taken to hanging out on the front porch, sometimes roosting on the futon which is outdoors at the moment, sometimes crouched right in front of the door, sometimes snacking on doggie leftovers. I think his wife was swiped by one of his kin, and he figures he's in his retirement. It's nice having him close.

At the very bottom you might spy Victor, our last remaining goose. He misses his brother and gazes longingly into the barbecue grill where I think he sees his reflection.

family photos i've never seen

except for this first one of me and my parents, xmas 1969. i was one.




the others, my brother just scanned and emailed me today. so odd and melancholy that there were these dear ghosties out floating, stuck somewhere in mum's stash. glad to have them more solidly here now.

looking closely

playing with the macro lens my sweet brother gifted me. it's a macro lens for a film camera, and with a little adaptor ring it fits onto my digital camera. i love the super shallow, manual focus... but it will take me time to get used to.. btw the little pincushion is less than an inch wide!

loose dogs at mathyld's

photo by Ampelopsis of FallInPics. (i love her pics!)
styling by mathyld. (it's her flat and her things..)
mobile by emilie of bloomsong. (how cute is that?!)
embroidery by yours truly.

tim walker

i got this for valentine's day and keep getting lost in it. did everyone already know about tim walker but me?





A beautiful post about this book at Colette Patterns blog.

where did she go?

this morning (well, ok, early afternoon), when i went to feed the little hen nesting in the woods, all i found was her pretty nest. so many eggs! i hope she was nearby, hiding.

edith morgan

Such wonderful photos by Edith Morgan, a photographer, artist and teacher in rural Alabama in the early 20th century. The entire collection can be viewed at Old South Photos.

a couple more blizzard pics

late-nite snak

The bunnies are settling in pretty well. I'm starting to get to know them, little by little. I have most of her coat off, but Cosset still has terrible matts underneath. The underside of her neck is a huge muff of matts, and she really, really doesn't like me touching under there. Worse still is under her back legs. I'm just terrified of cutting her, since there doesn't seem to be a way of getting up under the matts. Poor girl has some bare pink spots on her back of scar tissue, I assume where she's been cut in the past. My fingers are all swollen from working on her with my now-dull grooming scissors, so I went and bought some Fiskars as recommended by rabbit experts. Butch, on the other hand, (with his luscious coat to protect) is using his litter box almost without fail. And Junior, he's just all over the place.

This site was recommended over on Ravelry for understanding rabbit language, and it's fascinating. It even compares learning to communicate with rabbits to human cultural studies. I love the comparison of another species to another culture, since it is. With the signals of respect and affection that are described on the site though, I am stumped as how I'm to accomplish all the necessary tasks - clipping, taking them out of their cages, etc. etc., without offending them. Judging from our interactions tonight, Cosset is still insulted from our clipping sessions. I tried to apologize in rabbitspeak again and again, and she was having none of it.

and Junior

Butch

Cosset

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The Unravelling e-course has started, and it's already proving to be great fun. This week, we are taking pics of our feet. More are over at Flickr. It's so interesting how looking at my feet is prompting me to look at so many other things, like other feet. And things laying around in the grass. And daily routines. I feel so hopeful about this course and the world that is opening up around and inside me.

Found these in a huge stack of old pics at a garage sale.