Monthly Archives: October 2012

Day 279 – Party Crasher

I’m in Sacramento for Sacramento Freethought Day. Although I am an attendee, I’ve also been asked to be the official photographer of the event. Last night a fundraising reception was held in a beautiful home in the outskirts of Sacramento.  This lovely girl came bounding into the party later in the evening. Turns out she isn’t the hostess’ pup at all, but the next-door neighbors.

She was quite friendly, and made the rounds.

I also got to meet Mr. Deity.

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Day 277.5 – Just for fun

I’m practicing a lighting technique and Nina was nosing around underfoot. She wanted up in my lap. One thing led to another . . .

Trying to get my face properly lit while Nina scopes out the live view on my laptop..

She is quite the wiggler.

 

Me checking out the laptop. Nina squirming some more.

 

Me, trying to avoid “the tongue.”

 

She got me!

 

Smooch!

I love this little dog so much!

Day 277 – Lunch

We have a nice tradition at our work place. Every other week, from May through September, our company springs for ice cream for the entire site. An ice cream truck pulls up into the parking lot and  everyone lines up for a treat. It’s very happy-making. Sadly, today was our last ice cream day for the year.  I snapped this with my iPhone using the Hipstamatic app.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Mine (and Day 276)

This week’s photo challenge is “Mine.” There isn’t much I consider mine. Not really.

I have possessions, but all of them can be swept away at any time.

The bank still owns this.

There are fleeting moments I wish were “mine.”

We have creatures who share our lives . . . but are they mine?

The way she orders me around, there is no way she’s “mine.”

This one lets me share “her” bed.

She turned me into a middle-aged woman with a little dog, but Miss “You have to wrestle me to the ground to clip my nails” is not mine.

My loyal boy is not “mine” either.

Fruit of my womb, and I’ll love her until the end of time,  but definitely not “mine.”

Love of my Life. We said, “I do,” but we don’t own each other. We share our lives.

There is just one thing that is really and truly mine.

Me.