A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.
The level’s low, but it’s still so lovely.
I’m no tracker, but I’m guessing this is deer.
Carson Peak.
Just digging around the shoreline.
Little Jo checking out the lake. She said it tasted good.
She took exception to the little ripples lapping the shore.
There’s no place like the eastern Sierras!
From the main street…
Our little rustic 1920-something cabin. Mega-cozy.
Jo staked out her safe space immediately.
8 hours is a long haul for a puppy.
And for humans.
This cinder cone thrilled the hell out of me when I was little. I don’t know if it has a name. Doesn’t matter…it’s awesome! Also, there’s a sasquatch crossing the road. I mean, what a great shot!
…she’s focusing intently on her precious yak cheese stick.
Questionable form, but still, nice ride.
It must be attached at the tail.
…not because she minds spending time in her crate. But because she hates being left out. She has the worst case of FOMO ever.
If nature doesn’t provide it, make your own.
Looks the same to me.
It’s all fun and games until someone decides you’re spending too much time enjoying your rainbow and not paying attention to her.
“Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.”
Amelia Atwater-Rhodes