Nina and Buddy’s tennis ball. A little worse for wear, but ready at a moment’s notice.
“Love my ball! Taking it back to mom to throw for me again. Oh . . . wait! What is that?”
“What’s that noise? Is it . . . HIM?”
“Wait, I need to focus. Let me spit this out.”
“Okay. Now I can really pay attention. YES! It is his car! And he’s going to be coming through the gate any second now! Must. Be. Ready.”
He’s not the most cooperative model, but he’s such a sweet boy that I can’t hold it against him.
Nina is our perpetual moocher. If there is food around, or even the hope of food, she’s right there. So it made sense that she’d be underfoot the other night when I was trying out my new pancake lens.
Looking up to the bar where we keep the cats’ food bowl.
Her usual “Aren’t you gonna feed me???” look. We’ve come to the conclusion that the paw lift is completely for eliciting sympathy. It only works when she’s out in the cold. Begging? Not so much.
Not.
This week’s photo challenge is “Future Tense.”
I was about three with my father snapped this photo of me and my two brothers. I have no idea who that usurper in the back is. If you look closely you can see a little lift to the left side of my smile.
That little lift is still there.
Self-Portrait, 2013
New lens, and, of course, I have to play with it! Canon EF 40mm f/2.8.
Sweetie doing his best hand modeling for some chili mix he got in the mail from Greater Good. You all don’t get to see his goofy side that often.
I’m walking again. For me. And everyone like me. As some of you know, I was born with a hole in my heart (atrial septal defect) requiring open heart surgery and other interventions. So while I’ve participated in many kinds of fundraising walks, this particular one is up-close and personal for me and my family. Congenital heart defects are the #1 birth defect in the United States, affecting more than 40,000 babies a year, yet we hardly ever hear about it. Thanks to medical advances, those of us who may have been condemned to an early demise are living well into adulthood and living pretty normal lives but CHD requires a lifetime of care, and so I walk.
This time (April 27th) we’ll be in Sacramento, rather than Oakland. If you’d like to donate to help support the cause, I would really appreciate it. If you would like to spread the word, I would doubly appreciate it.
(If you are interested in my congenital heart defect history, I’ve covered it at my other blog. You can find all posts HERE, but the main explanation of my defect is HERE).
Every two weeks I pull myself away from my desk to visit the nail salon.
Carissa Snedeker Photography 