Thursday, October 31, 2013

Taking five

And the winner is...

Once again, the hands-down neighborhood winner in the Most Vivid Autumnal Costume Design category is the showy maple tree down the block in all its pre-storm finery.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Late morning eyeful

Our daily veil of fog took its own sweet time dissipating from the neighborhood this morning, but when the wraps finally came off, our quaint little autumn panorama, crystal blue skies and all, was more than post-worthy.

But it was obvious though that Stella couldn’t have cared less.

Friday, October 18, 2013

What's not to like

I’m not sure if Casey is that impressed with seasonal transformations, particularly Bellingham’s new fall color scheme, but yesterday on a stroll downtown he seemed to be taking it all in.

All that work


As the fog was struggling to dissipate this morning we spotted this glistening artistry draped near the front porch juniper. We always admire the production values that go into these projects, skills perfected and expanded since spring. But last night our favorite flower bed arthropod really outdid herself with this silk masterpiece.  

Saturday, October 12, 2013


There's that look, that gaze that bores right through anyone, connecting not only with humanity, but friendship, commitment, and nature, the whole package. And prompt follow-through is usually the receptor’s next move. It’s a border collie art form.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

All the essentials


When it comes to making oneself at home, Casey does just that. In fact he’s a regular nester. Whether it’s turning in for the night with favorite kennel snuggables, or like this morning, settling into a “Where’s Waldo” pose with other collectables - a rawhide bone, stuffed toy, a Frisbee, and my size 12s - you can’t be too cozy.   

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Deep, oblivious sleep

Almost never, ever, is it possible to get a candid shot of Casey snoozing in the morning. The kid senses any movement, even a change in the tone of our conversation when we notice a goofy sleep pose like this one, or a molecular change in the room when Vic or I reach for a camera.
Our guy was probably in the middle of a solitary reconnaissance of the greenbelt, or maybe back on the farm with his mom. But he was definitely, comfortably in a twilight zone of his own.