The camera experience continues. Last night on the way home, it was raining and dark. I was amazed at the beautiful reflections cast on the roads. Add to that the multiplication effect of rain drops on the windshield and I had a field day creating some new visual illusions.
Hopefully you will have a chance to check them out at the Totally Random Shez blog.
Please drop me a note at either blog to let me know what you think of them. The header at Totally Random Shez looks like a New Year Celebration. And with that I want to wish you all a very Happy New Year.
PS Don’t be afraid to share the blog with others. If you enjoyed the photos, perhaps someone else will as well.
I hope you all had a lovely Merry Christmas. Mine was filled with food, family, laughter and love. It also contained an amazing surprise that I had a hard time putting down. I am still in shock that even with tons of help from my husband who knew he was responsible for my quandary, we had everything ready for our guests on time.
Well, everything except me. I was clean and groomed including my makeup but I was still in my tee-shirt and jeans when folks arrived. I faced photo ops I couldn’t pass up, time for which were not on my “to-do list.” I thought about slipping away and changing quickly, but in the end remained in my casual attire and had a very lovely day. Any of you who are photographers will likely understand my priorities.
The Beautiful Christmas Visitor
With that being said, you can read about my early morning surprise at Totally Random Shez.
The Beaver Saga continues. I tried and tried to simply talk to them and beg them to quietly move downstream to the golf course. Their answer was pretty simple, “What, and give up the peace and quiet of your perfect backyard?” With an alarmingly loud slap of his tail he dove and hid out for a couple of days. Of course he returned at night to cut the brush and rebuild the dam.
Hubs went to remove the dam again, I tried again to persuade him that while his dam work was magnificent, flooding the lower level of the back yard was not cool. Not cool at all. Did he listen? No he did not listen.
In fact in the morning the dam was back. Hubs began his morning ritual of removing the dam. I wasn’t sure where Mr. Beaver was, but I figured in the calm quiet of the morning he would be able to hear me wherever he was. I tried talking some sense into the beaver.
“But the golf course is so large, it is so pretty,” I tried my best to convince him to move.
“You move to the golf course if you think it’s so great; sprinklers all night; mowers and weed eaters, golf carts and golfers roaming around and yelling, ‘Fore’ all day. Bwahahaha,” was the last I heard as he waddled through the cattails to the water and dove. He was probably going back to his den to nap away the day.
He was toying with us, because the next morning our yard had shrunk and the pond had enlarged, the dam was back. Trees were being felled into the pond, the leaves eaten for dinner and my beautiful waterlilies were being eaten for desert.
The beaver has to go. But Fish and Wildlife laughed out our pleading call. “Tag you’re it,” was their reply, “We don’t take care of that. Dispose of him yourself, just don’t fire a gun in the city limits. Your yard. Your problem. “
Bwahaaa,” click. Buzzzzzz.
A trap was ordered. Next Post: Part III