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Traveling to the End of the World.

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Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.

~ Mary Oliver

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Playing with Bird by the Bay.

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Scrolling through pictures, and found some randoms.

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Chas to Royal: “Please don’t come in this room.”

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Pontificating teendom.

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The calm before the storm.

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Because we had to walk off yesterday’s pie, of course. (Three miles in the hills was an awesome way to start the year, if you’re curious.)

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whiskey & pie ~ (attempting to) keep(ing) it simple, this year... Happy New Year to you all! Be safe and be happy!

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Thanksgiving getaway, Russian River, 2016

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Daddy’s girl

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Cog cawg - noun A domesticated canine that performs like a feline. Prefers basking in light on paper, but rugs will do. Ignores balls, is terrified of water, yet is incredibly loyal and appreciative of any lap on which to rest its head for ear rubs. (In all honesty, this Cog LOVES a good tennis ball tossing.)

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I meandered over so I could see what the judge was judging. Imagine my surprise when one was fluffing her tail feathers in our direction. “What’s that junk inside my trunk?” she offered.  While another was flaunting her delicate ankles and big Texas hair. “Go big or go home, right boys?” These babes aren’t just silent models to be oogled and ogled, these babes are competitive little buggars pining for that blue ribbon. Don’t be deceived.

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We set out to explore the wild redwoods. Really, we set out to escape the heat. We succeeded at both. (Oh my, I’m so grateful she didn’t fight with the lens, today.)