Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Don't worry, kids. I went outside the immediate family for this one. I'm thinking I need to photoshop in some water snakes.
"Tech.": Combination of Picnik for the color and "HDR" effect, and ACDSee filters for the water and "mirror" effects.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Go there. Now.
Enjoy the Holiday Season and be safe everybody!
Take a look at this picture:
The arrow at the bottom of the mountain is the parking lot and picnic area. The arrow at the top is Florida Peak, (partially obscured by clouds in this 2009 image), some 2500' above the lot, with no trails between the two. On a day when the sun sets around 5:30, who in their right mind decides to make a climb (not a hike) at 2 O'Clock? They may be in college, but they're obviously not math majors.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
She learned the hard way. On her first crossing last winter, she tried to go through the middle strands. The technique can be trained with the simple use of bait and a leash or long rope and, of course, a fence. One without barbs would be ideal, but not necessary. Two people make it easier, too, but again it's not necessary.
With the dog on one side of the fence, and you, with your bait (food, cookies, etc) on the other side, run the lead under the bottom strand of the fence and call the dog. Stop him if he tries to go come through any part of the fence except the bottom strand of wire. When he does it right, give him the treat and praise him. Do it a couple of times a day, without being excessive, then start doing it without the leash or rope. Soon you'll have a hound who can dive under the wire after the hare without even appearing to slow down. The best dogs at this are a wonder to observe.
Have fun, keep your dogs safe, and every day will feel like today was for us
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
.... It’s when belief starts infringing on other people’s rights when it worries me. I would never deny your right to believe in a god. I would just rather you didn’t kill people who believe in a different god, say. Or stone someone to death because your rulebook says their sexuality is immoral. It’s strange that anyone who believes that an all-powerful all-knowing, omniscient power responsible for everything that happens, would also want to judge and punish people for what they are. From what I can gather, pretty much the worst type of person you can be is an atheist. The first four commandments hammer this point home. There is a god, I’m him, no one else is, you’re not as good and don’t forget it. (Don’t murder anyone, doesn’t get a mention till number 6.)...
...But what are atheists really being accused of?
The dictionary definition of God is “a supernatural creator and overseer of the universe.” Included in this definition are all deities, goddesses and supernatural beings. Since the beginning of recorded history, which is defined by the invention of writing by the Sumerians around 6,000 years ago, historians have cataloged over 3700 supernatural beings, of which 2870 can be considered deities.
So next time someone tells me they believe in God, I’ll say “Oh which one? Zeus? Hades? Jupiter? Mars? Odin? Thor? Krishna? Vishnu? Ra?…” If they say “Just God. I only believe in the one God,” I’ll point out that they are nearly as atheistic as me. I don’t believe in 2,870 gods, and they don’t believe in 2,869.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
"REBAR is an interdisciplinary studio operating at the intersection of art, design and activism."
Friday, December 17, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
"There's no single action Congress could take that would help the economy more than putting money in the hands of people who'll spend it right away."
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
- All kinds of sighthound wearables, drinkables, and display-ables at our Cafe Press shop
- The hot new 2011 Shot On Site Facebook Calendar.. available here! or use the widget to the right, on this page. (It's a bargain!)
- Have Margaret make you a custom item from a photo we've taken of your dog(s) at any event over the last 16 years. Suggestions available here. Or email: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Detroit, never short of colorful characters in the sports world, is mourning the loss of one of the most colorful. Sparky managed the 1984 Tigers to a Major League record 35-5 start and never looked back, winning the World Series against the Padres that Fall. They didn't win another Series during Sparky's tenure, but they were always competitive. He also skippered Cincinnati's "Big Red Machine" to a World Series victory in the 70's.
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Monday, April 05, 2010
Wildflower season in the Desert Southwest is ramping up. On Easter Sunday, we took a long drive into the hills, first to do some Geocaching Northeast of Deming. The purpose of this was to work up an appetite for the huge buffet Albert Campos was laying out at his restaurant. (It did not disappoint.. especially the Chicken Cordon Bleu with the surprise inside: Green Chiles). The entire hillsides of the Goodsight mountains were yellow.. somewhat from the Mexican Poppies, but mostly the huge carpets of smaller yellow-green flowers which may or may not be mustardseed.
Following our huge dinner and desert, we needed more exercise, and drove the Mitsubishi up the power line "road" to a point about 3/4 mile from the big blankets of poppies. Far from showing signs of fading away, new bunches of this beautiful flower are showing up every day. Our yard is overrun!
In addition, we spotted many other flowers which are just beginning to pop up. Most of them we've been unable to identify. Some of them we think we've identified. We're leaving it up to you, our loyal readers to look at the pictures in the slide show (below) and help us identify what we're seeing. (It may be easier to click through to the album at Picasa Albums, and look at the larger versions).
Thursday, April 01, 2010
The "Bubba Poll" is now closed. For those waiting breathlessly for the answer... It's Georgia. That's right, Georgia. And not the one over there in the old Soviet Union.. the one in the American South. Bubba is an
Appalachian Corn Hound;or rather he's descended from the Corn Hounds, which were first created in the North Georgia mountains at the turn of the last century by mountain men who needed sturdy guard animals to protect their "corn likker" stills. Borrowing heavily from the French Great Pyrenees, for size, American Pitbulls for tenacity, and an occasional greyhound for speed in pursuing the hated "Revenoors" out of the mountains, these ingenius mountain dwellers produced a hound whose only vice was a taste for fine French wines and cognacs. Alas, this was to lead to the ultimate demise of the breed, even though it guaranteed that they would stay out of the moonshine. Because of their expensive tastes, these poor hill folk were unable to afford to keep this handsome dog. Additionally, the Corn Hound was able to somehow maintain beautiful strong, white teeth throughout their lifespans, which led to poor self-esteem among the very people that created them.
The entire population was, therefore, shipped off to Texas during the Great Depression, where the somewhat-wealthy Sheep Barons were able employ them in their current capacity, as sheep guarding dogs. So that's Bubba's story.. so rare, you won't even find it in Wikipedia!
And not only that, but... what?
What's today's date, you say?
Why.. It's April Fool's Day.
And Bubba's an Akbash. From Turkey.
Congratulations to all who got it right. Texas, Todd?? ;)
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
In a few weeks when, either, the novelty wears off (unlikely), or the poppies vanish for an unknown number of seasons again, I'll get back to normal. I foresee a slide show in your futures.