Coming home from the river, I spied this doe (and five others who weren't interested in having their picture taken). She stopped long enough for this hurried, driving/moving shot. Wondering what she was looking at behind her, I kept watching when she took off again, and a little forkhorn buck came trotting along behind them, neck stretched out, mouth open.

I think he was still rutting. He was definitely still carrying his headgear.

Lots (and lots) of editing here. I mean lots.

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As bad as this pic is, it's tons better than the original.

I've got a fair number of crappy deer in the woods pictures. They blend in pretty well.

These are really non-quality.

On Friday, I went for a walk at lunch time because it was sunny out. I found myself in front of the White House. Across the street from the White House is the Blair House, where visiting heads of state stay.
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On Friday, the leader of Italy was there in that white building. The Italian flag was flying over the doorway. He was about to go somewhere, and his motorcade was waiting outside for him. So I stood around and waited for a couple minutes to see him come out. Just then a black Ferrari pulled up and joined the motorcade.

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I guess when you are the leader of Italy, you fly a Ferrari over to take part in your motorcade. Sweet. I had a little momentary fantasy of machine guns that would pop up out of the hood, and a smoke screen nozzle in the back. Total James Bond kind of thing.

Why do we only have Cadillacs and Black SUVs? Why not a Corvette or two?

As many great dead race drivers could tell you, Ferrari offers no protection.;)

Left the house the other day, got to the end of my street, and saw this:

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I called Popdigr, and when he answered, I asked "Are you feeling alright?"

Those are buzzards, ya see.

:D

One less dove in the world...

...equals one fat black cat that is one dove less hungry.

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So that's what it sounds like ...


...


...


... when doves cry.

[golfclap]

Just Old Man River, from the back of the bar last night. My place is north a couple hundred feet (to the left in the pics.)

Note the bird feeders strung between the trees. There are always a bunch of finches and such.

I didn't see Oscar (the blue heron) or Snow White (the egret) last night.

that's a nice watering hole

Yes, the Great Miami River. I love it. Though my favorite river in these parts is Stillwater.

March was the anniversary of the devastating flood of 1913. My 'brary had a wonderful display of maps and pictures...it was endless. The Miami Conservacy District was established in 1914 and they built dams and levies.

Wiki say:

This stuff fascinates me, of course. Bodies of water and old buildings enchant me. I think I have an old soul.

flood pics

Snapped a few weeks ago after chasing a sunset.

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I like that. Especially the house porch and windows.

My own personal Rocky the Thieving Squirrel.

Right behind him/her is receiver hitch cover that says "Shoot To Grill". It's fixin' to happen, if I catch him chewing on mah house. He had been trying to get to six hickory nuts in a ziplock bag, inside that box on my carport.

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bang!

fucking bush tailed rats.

Momdigr would cry for a week. She makes little kissing sounds to our squirrels, and tosses them cookies. They won't come to her, yet. They have stopped running away, though. And it is funny to watch a squirrel chase down a rolling cookie.

BTW - Apparently, squirrels LOVE strawberry fig newtons. And strawberries. And every variety of tomato we have on the place.

Poison cookies. Bwahahahahaha.

yeah.

except when they go somewhere only a squirrel can get to to die and stink up the place.

For 37+ years, I have (literally) walked past this tree without noticing this...

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The neighbor had cleared some brush, and the sun was just at the right angle.

Terry Bozzio's kit:

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Snapped on my most recent photo safari:

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From the Eagles-Bears game ...

That's a wiiiiiiiide lens.

Actually that was taken on my new fancy schmancy I-Phone 5s. My first smartypants phone.
The addiction had begun. Once I found the panoramic & video settings ... it was complete.

I didn't get much sleep last night. The worms were drag racing on the patio all night.

And the slugs, they were doing doughnuts.:mad:

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You should have made a salt maze for them.

The risk of getting a shelter dog of questionable pedigree is you might get a slut.

I thought she was a stripper.

Then I saw the sign.

(That sounds like a book title.)

The sign doesn't mean she's not. ;)

I don't know what he saw, but, it must have been amazing.

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How does it poop?

Should say 'used' cat food.

Good question. Wikipedia doesn't say.

en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/CatDog

Snapped at the crick, by yours truly. The man too dumb to roll down his window down to keep from shooting through scratched up, nasty-assed, 20 year-old window tint...:smack:

These might have been nice pics. But, they're shit.

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Dumbass.

Oh my. Now we can test them to find out what in hell they're crying about when the answer to, "What's wrong?" is "Nothing".

Change?

I have to wonder if the tears are from the same person.

Only the onion tears should have a different make-up, they may be affected/effected (?) from the vapor/fumes of the onion. Seems to me the others, grief, change, and laughing would be the same. Made of the same stuff. Comes from the same place.

Tears of ending and beginning, evidently she very emotional.

Yes same person, her story is here.

I'm beginning to have problems with her methodology (if that's the right word).

Still fairly fascinating.

Bunk. It's all bunk.

You want something to cry about, I'll give you something to cry about...

I am reminded of happy and sad water. Or ice or whatever.

This picture was posted with the caption, "Random shot from the highway in Colorado".
That's it? Ho hum, random shot?

Unless that's some sort of advertising gimmick, how many miles... make that how many years, do you think you'd have to drive around Colorado to happen upon this shot?

If someone wants to finance me, I'd be willing to spend the rest of my life finding out.:yesnod:

ETA: Ƒantastic image, btw.

I am a little curious about that apparent hole in his head...

Yes, that's what made me wonder if it's a billboard for a ski resort or some tourist attraction? Along with the blasé random shot shit.

This is a subtle reminder of people suck. A small sign saying keep off the camel should be sufficient... just for people who weren't sure. But they had to add a second notice for parents who think restrictions shouldn't apply to their sweet spawn.

"Sure it says keep off but they surely couldn't object to me taking a picture of my sweetums on the camel, it would look so cute on facebook, and I'd tweet it for my worshipers, uh, followers, and email it to grandma, and post one on the fridge, and..."

I guess it's one of those cases where one wouldn't cause any harm, but, ten thousand and you gotta start taking the camel down to Earl Scheib's.

They would make more money if they built a durable camel that visitors could pose on. It's their right to have a "welcome, keep off" sign, but it kinda sends mixed signals for a tourist trap to do that.

I get a kick out of "this means you!" signs

She doesn't look impressed, maybe wishing she had a sandwich. :haha:

Liar!

That is totally a quality image.

Threw 30 bucks out the window (in the gas tank, actually), and took a short ride through the country...

Saw this, across the road from a small riding mower junkyard:

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That deserves to be painted. Not the house, a canvas. :haha:

A couple hours ago Momdigr sticks her head around the corner, and asks me am I feeling alright. When I asked her why, she said there's a buzzard in the back yard.

I immediately thought about my 19 yo cat, Slick. But, I also thought to grab my camera.

I get out back and there on a power pole, is a buzzard. I tripped over my cat (alive) stepping off the patio.

Then, while editing and resizing the photo of Buzz...

...I saved over the original image.:eek:

Took me an hour to get it back.:mad2:

Anywho, Cellar, meet Buzz:

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75-100 feet away, ~50 feet up, full telephoto, handheld, no image stabilization




ETA: Spoke too soon. Taint no buzzard. Methinks it's an American Black Vulture.

Nice vulture.

very nice picture!

I thought buzzard was a blanket term, covering all those evil looking, baby snatching, night stalkers.

Encyclopedia Britannica says... but they're probably out of touch too. :haha:

Anyway, nice picture. Considering the equipment and circumstances, a damn nice picture indeed.