A Flower, A Thistle, A Buick

Mary

Mary is a Safe Harbor foster failure. :)

More later--the Dino (tm) is waking up and needs snuggling.

Do Do Do Testing

Just testing out new sizing stuff. :)

Destination: Rooftop

I met up with Kerri and David's family earlier this week. We had planned on shooting up on the mountain, but late-afternoon thunderstorms messed with us so we ended up just hanging out in downtown Boulder. It was a little tough to get silly around all the hordes of people down there, so I did what any self-respecting photographer would do and took this sweet out-of-town family to Boulder's best rooftop parking garage, and demanded they hold foot races.

Right, huh?

I mean, why not?

We could play Caption Contest with these:

Even their FEET are cute.



Thanks, Kerri and David, for taking time to meet up with me on your road trip!

Gilbert

I'm way behind! Hoo boy! I have three sessions to post, and I will get them done, promise. It's been wildcrazybusy here at Casa de Mutt but I'm determined to be caught up by the middle of the month, when I'm leaving for three days in Crested Butte with some of my family and all of our dogs (expect wildflower photos).

This is Gilbert.

Greg and I shot him up at Chautauqua last week. His mom just moved to Colorado, and is in the process of becoming a foster home for one of our local Lab rescues AND she's getting a second permanent Lab in a couple weeks. Brave one, she is.

Gilbert, Gilbert. Gilbert is all Lab. Goofy, maybejustalittle clumsy, super-sweet. I think he was laughing the entire time.

Greg got lots of neat action shots of Gilbert running--and I mean hauling tail--towards his mom up on the trail. I can't figure out what to do with them in Lightroom, though, so I sent them to Greg's house for processing. Stay tuned for those. Even with a monopod-gone-MIA, they're tack sharp and super yummy.

Tree in My Foot

Thought I'd post something out of my comfort zone. Feel free to let me know what you think! I'm tough--I can take it. Remember, you're talking to a girl who walked around with a broken thumb and a twig lodged in her foot for two weeks. Dish it out.

Surrey With the Fringe on Top

Last weekend Hobby Horse Farm (in Firestone CO, about 20 miles from here) held its second CHJA show of the summer. I accompanied Plane View Farm's riders to photograph their classes, and quickly realized that the other half of my photography ventures is so very much more adept at the action shots than I am, so most of what I got ended up being snippets here and there of the behind-the-scenes action you see at horse shows. I'm still working on all the files, but here's what I have so far: 

Text to follow, most likely in a day or two when I can figure out exactly what I want to say. 

 

More later. 

A Bee, A Flower

When I tell the girl to lean to the left, she leans to the left. 

These are flowers. 

What Do You MEAN?

Most dads don't put olives up the snoot? 

Fisheye Lens + Olive + My Dad (and, I think, ONLY my dad) = A Very Happy Father's Day. 

We ate salmon and Greek salads, rode around on the scooter, played one round of Shut the Box, ate cherry cobbler, washed the trucks, rode around on the scooter, moved mattresses, rode around on the scooter and did some people-watching from the front porch. 

Then I watered the street and made my sister play her guitar. :) 

Do do do do! 

More Chx, Plz

At the end of the day, the important thing at a barn party is that the dog gets his chicken. 

Lots of people were willing to help.

Remember Lexi from a couple weeks ago?

And Piper and Johnny, of course.

It was very nice of Natalie and Ted to invite me back out to their farm to meet a bunch of their friends, even if some of them shot me.

Which, in turn, made him very sleepy. 

Diego is the cutest ranch hand I've ever met in my entire life, and I'm not above bribing him to do cute things, like blow out a candle for a dollar. 

More chicken, plz: