“In a while, I will put on some boots
and step out like someone walking in water,   
and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,   
and I will shake a laden branch
sending a cold shower down on us both.”
~  from “Snow Days” by Billy Collins

I hope to have more time soon to write about some of the things I’m working on. But for now, the photos here are my attempt to play more with IPhone photography and the apps available that can add all kinds of crazy filter effects. 

However, I find that my taste and style is somewhat plain. When I looked at the photos on my computer, I wanted to undo some things but found the photos to be too “edited” to go backwards. It’s more fun to do the funky stuff and go straight to Instagram, without passing by the BIG screen and cringing at the pixelation.

But here are a few photo examples from a walk with Java and Latte. It was the first time in years that I have let Java run loose in an open area. There was no one else out at the park and she wanted to run through the deep fluff so bad I had to let her do it! 

Latte did not think this was fair at all! Yeah, well, stop ignoring recalls and you too can run free.
I actually couldn’t get my phone to capture the action shots and ended up with more of the sliding stop, bury your nose in the snow and snuffle shots.
And the rest shots

I even tried a moonshot with my phone, thinking that was surely a waste of time. This is what some kind of Hollywood effect did to my moonshot. Interesting…
And this is cabbage stir fry no stylin’
Cabbage stir fry trying to be artsy
So the jury is out yet on whether this is a pastime I want to pursue, but then that’s the wrong attitude anyway. This is fun, non-pursuit, just wing it, kind of stuff!
I need to loosen up and have a Java attitude. She never worries about if she might look silly.
Here’s a video from back in 2010 about what makes Java happy. As I said in the 2010 blog post this video appeared in, ignore my annoying commentary and rest assured that dog and horses running together happened exactly once and it’s right here. 
Below are photos of more typical dog and horse encounters when we lived at the old homestead. The horses just never quite got the whole bowing invitation to come play…

Let sleeping dogs lie. That’s what I’m thinking as I look at Latte snuggled next to me. She is flexing her toes and readjusting herself from being curled up into a basketball to stretching like an archer’s bow.

Java is curled up next to Steve on the loveseat. She appears to be enjoying the blanket I draped over one end of the furniture in my sad attempt to have the folds of material hang just so and cover up the hole Latte chewed through the leather. The wood frame is exposed on the side, the hole gaping big enough to swallow my cat Shy.

The two dogs are lying so still, I’m thinking I should take advantage of the situation and draw them, but experience tells me that they will certainly move before I’m even a quarter done. Not that their movement makes any real difference in the quality of my artwork…

Java is beginning to dream, eyes fluttering under her lids, her breath quickening and coming out in soft whimpers, while Latte lies dreamless, her battles fought during waking times…

My Caffeinated Girls

Latte is one of those dogs
The kind that breaks into 
A mad, blurry dash 
Spinning wildly
On the living room rug 
Run into the bedroom
Her nails making alarming sounds
As claws rip into carpet
Jumping onto a neatly made bed
She can transform blankets and pillow 
Into a wild and wave-tossed sea
Then back to the living room
Then the bedroom
Grab a hunk of Java’s tail
As she runs on past
Black tufts of fluff
Fly through the air 
Java joins the chase
Grinning at the game
Then watching and waiting 
To see what happens next 
Java, the conserver of energy
The one who can bring the chase
To a grinding, skidding halt
With a mere growl and a snap
There comes a lowered Latte
A paw extended in peace
An ear and face lick
If Java please
“Apology accepted?” Latte asks
Then it starts 
All over again
Until Latte runs 
All of the bees 
Out of her bonnet 
And stands, 
Suddenly still, 
Panting and smiling 
A doggish, toothy grin
Looking expectantly
As if waiting for applause

(Latte to the left, in a quieter moment, Java on the right)

– Cross-posted on Vision and Verb

Okay, I rarely post more than once a week anymore, but I can not keep such weather joy to myself. I must share! My drive home from work:

The dogs have a better attitude about it.

The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
A silence everywhere.

— Loreena McKennitt, “Snow”

A bit of Christmas tune towards the end, but such a beautiful voice… it does drive the cold winter away

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