Walkies With George

Come take a walk with George and me as we head out from the deck one fine May morning, down Beersville Road, and back around the meadow where we meet up with Ralph and Alice the pair of wild mallards who’ve come to visit us every spring since I got here.

Although it was still officially Spring, it just seemed like Janis Joplin’s live version of Summertime with Big Brother & The Holding Company was the perfect music to serenade us as we enjoyed the freshness and lushness of life in Happy Hollow. Continue reading

Stand in the Place Where You Live

As long as we’re dreaming of warmer and more colorful seasons…let’s enjoy midsummer in the meadow at Happy Hollow (a few years back). My beloved Rocky makes a few cameos.

I went out in the morning and shot the first batch, then again at high noon. Features a couple attempts at a 360° panorama.

Stand by R.E.M. was actually running through my head as I stood there turning around and shooting…before I even came up with the idea of a video. Continue reading

When Springtime Comes Again

Spring in Happy Hollow. Oh how I long for thee!

As winter drags on, it’s always nice to have some images of reawakening and rebirth, to call forth the sense memories of the warmth, sunshine, bright colors, and fresh smells of Spring. To help the winter weary soul look forward with impatient anticipation to the glory of another May in Happy Hollow. Continue reading

A Special Morning

Daddy awoke just after dawn. Slipping quietly out of their bed so as not to disturb his precious beloved, he dressed and made his way downstairs. George, their happy mutt still slept as well on his bed downstairs, thankfully. Had he noticed the usual sounds of daddy getting dressed for the day he’d have been running up and down the stairs making a hell of a racket. Daddy clipped on his leash and whispered, “come on buddy lets go for a walk.”

Down the steps of the deck they went, up the gravel road to the barn as fingers of light from the rising sun danced around them. Turning into the barnyard, he grabbed a pair of rusted old clippers from the fence post where he’d absently left them a few days earlier. Continue reading