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Whoever dreamed up this card game is a genius.
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Apparently it’s some kind of memory game…
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But that doesn’t matter.
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Because even though I’ll never play it?
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I adore it!
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I mean really…
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How can you not?
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Tag Archives: photos
It’s like the blue or gold dress all over again.
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* Disclaimer – a mistake was made in scheduling. This post should have been viewed before yesterday’s, so please forget you saw that one. My bad. *
Our (magical, never to be caught actually working, might be an elf) contractor was by the other day to put the first coat of stain on our bar top.
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So while the husband and I were checking progress, I took pictures.
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And it wasn’t until I started posting them that I realized the damn thing appeared to be 2 different colors.
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At first I thought it was a matter of angles and shadows but the picture above and below this text are basically the same, just taken 12 minutes apart.
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And I swear I didn’t alter the hue or color on my phone.
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I have no explanation. Although now that I think about it, this might be a fun bar game after a few toddies.
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Just for the fun of it I placed a few fronting pieces to get an idea what the finished product would look like.
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And I think while not a perfect match to the chairs we ordered…
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It might be close enough.
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Photo Ark… The Finale.
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Yes, these are the last photos I’ll post from this truly wonderful book.
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Malay Tapir
But look at that face! I couldn’t help myself.
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Sulawesi Stripe-faced Fruit Bat
I’m so very glad Joel Sartore followed his dream.
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Victoria Crowned Pigeon
The wonderful and wacky diversity of nature should be celebrated as well as protected.
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Watusi Cow
So that’s where the Watusi dance craze came from…. who knew?
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Varied Capuchin
I think we’ve all been there.
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Spix’s Macaw
Sadly, this lovely bird no longer exists in the wild.
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Florida Panther
And this graceful cat is hanging on by a thread.
We share our world with some fabulous creatures… please respect them and their need for a small corner of it.
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Ole blue eyes.
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He’s still here.
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And still showing up despite losing his mom.
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He’s much smaller than the other yearlings but seems healthy.
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And his eyes are still a little blue.
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Husband thinks he’s a buck.
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Time will tell.
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Back in the Barn Mahal…
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It was recently brought to my attention that our barn was in need of comfortable seating in which to kick back after a vigorous session of drinking. And to that I say…
I’m way ahead of you.
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Okay, so it’s actually just the porch furniture we store inside every winter… but I’m thinking come spring, when it heads back outside? Two leather club chairs with a small table in between.
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Husband hung a few appropriate signs behind the (soon to be bar) the other day.
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Armpit lemon? Remind me not to over indulge in Puerto Rico.
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A no sewing required spot was found for the husband’s assorted patches.
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And a few more photos were carefully hung… while standing on a safe.
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As you can see, I have arrived … and finally been given representation in the man cave.
Yay me.
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A magnetic bottle opener was installed on the staircase.
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And a recent antique store purchase was displayed.
It’s time for Name That Crap!
What is it?
(Kerry, you be quiet. 😉)
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Birds in snowy trees.
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Sadly our snow is all gone, but here are a few pretty pics from our last storm.
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We have a few cardinals visit our feeders now and then…
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But it always surprises me that they show up en masses during a blizzard.
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Perfect winter scenes if ever I saw one.
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They spend most of their time huddled in the small apple tree.
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But every once in a while make a dash for the seed.
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With light fluffy snow? It doesn’t always end well.
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The good, the bad, and the rude.
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As you know (from reading this) I am not a fan of the photo Christmas card. But this year? There were a few that made even me smile…. and in the interest of fair play I’m posting them.
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Clever people who went the extra mile this season.
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Is it wrong I’m as jealous as Hell of that fort?
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I feel you momma.
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A wee bit dark, but I get it.
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This cracked me up. The photoless photo card.
A fitting tribute to 2020.
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A bit embarrassing, that.
But along with the funny ones… there were some I found to be in bad taste.
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I’m no prude, but toilet humor at Christmas might be a bridge too far.
And this last one?
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No. Just no…
To celebrate and encourage your young daughter to flip off your friends and family?
I don’t care how rotten 2020 was, that’s not my idea of festive.
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A real treat.
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A few more pictures from my camera last month.
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Look at this beautiful juvenile red tail hawk.
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Just hanging out on the bird feeder pole waiting for lunch to drop in.
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We see him cruising over the property now and then…
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But he rarely perches so close to the house for an extended period of time.
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Heck, he was even comfortable enough to take a bath.
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They really are spectacular creatures.
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Thanks for dropping by big guy.
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And if you happen to see a mangy little red squirrel wandering the roof line?
Please don’t miss.
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The Photo Ark… Part 6.
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More fabulous photos…
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Black and Rufous Elephant Shrew.
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Of more fabulous creatures.
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Himalayan Moran.
And look how happy some of them are to have their picture taken.
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Northern Tamandua.
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No, this isn’t a Rorschach test, but it could be.
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Atlantic Sea Spider.
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I see my late Mother in Law there, but you probably won’t.
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Hispaniolan Hutia.
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Bet that Hutia could make short work of momma red squirrel. Anyone know where I can rent a few?
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Waxy Monkey Frog.
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Damn, I wish my legs were that long.
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Platypus.
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Platypuses are proof positive evolution has a sense of humor. And a slight drinking problem.
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Red Celestial Eye Goldfish.
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Imagine how effective my eye rolls would be with those peepers.
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Horned Screamer.
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That fellow’s horn required a two page centerfold. Men? You should be so lucky.
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African Moon Moth.
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I am completely in love with this moth. He has attitude to spare….
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For me? It’s a definite no.
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I recently commented on a blog friend’s post about my dislike of the ever popular photo Christmas card. After voicing my opinion, I was asked “Are you… Scrooge?” To which I answer most emphatically… no!
But for me… the joy of the annual Christmas card exchange is knowing that someone far away, someone I may not have seen for 15 years, someone I don’t communicate with on a regular basis, took the time to sit down and think of me. To actually pick up a pen and jot down a message of holiday cheer…. in good old fashioned ink. In the virtual, digital, and (don’t get me wrong I love my tech) impersonal world in which we live? That still means something.
So when I get cards like this –
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They leave me cold. Want to include a family photo in your card? Great, I’d love to see you and your hoard of grandchildren. But not like this –
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Where I have absolutely no idea who’s who or from which loins they sprung.
Nope. You have to do more than format some photos online and stick it in an envelope with no handwritten signature or bon mots for me to feel that merry tingle.
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Old fashioned? Probably. But then I still send handwritten thank you notes like my momma taught me.
And if I’m the only one who feels this way? So be it. You do you, I’ll do me. My cards and envelopes always have been… and always will be… hand written. And if you’re lucky enough to make the cut on my ever dwindling Christmas card list (deadbeats who haven’t reciprocated in 5 years are history) you won’t get a typewritten letter detailing the mind numbing minutia of my life in the past year. (Do not get me started on those! I neither need, nor want to know the results of your step son’s colonoscopy or how great aunt Edna is dealing with those pesky cysts.) But you will get a few words from someone who thought enough of you to take the time to put pen to paper.
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*Disclaimer – the post to which I refer is this one by Swinged Cat.
And while my dislike of photo cards stands, I’d like to give him a shout out for at least going the extra mile and doing something humorous.
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