Phone Blogging Late Night Installment

I can nearly hold my eyes open, just nearly.

Gonna be super short. But tomorrow making pesto from my basil is top of the agenda!

Tonight is cold. Freezing cold. All the warm season plants will be black tomorrow.

But here is a fun photo. Until tomorrow.

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Life with Cats

Sounds like a movie title… Life with Cats.

This is Sapphire. The cat who loved us. He adopted us and has become part of our family. He is one of our three cats–all rescue animals of some sort.

I wish I knew his back story. Where he came from and who he loved before us. What happened to his tail? How old is he?

Saph is like a supporting character from a great drama, you always wonder how he got here. And you wish the screenwriter or director could tell you more.

I think he was a guru in a former life. How else could he do cat yoga on a Persian-style rug?

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Random Awesomeness in Photos

I had plans for a different post tonight … a recipe post. Unfortunately I’m still working on it. I even got up at 5 a.m. today to get all my stuff done and, well it’s after 10 p.m. Just out of gas.

Recently I installed PhotoShop, so I’m learning to use it. One of the exercises is to go through all your photos and organize, categorize and tag everything. So here are a few of the ones I looked through yesterday. Some you’ve seen, some maybe not.

Haboob in January 2012
There is something so witty and whimsical about this photo that makes me chuckle every time I see it.
This sums up my cat's attitude.
The joy on Jdub's face is priceless.
Screwy Squirrel on top of Fort Williams. Fat little effer has been stealing the bird feed.
Jdubs + Taos + blue door + Instagram=photo awesomeness.
Instagram awesomeness
This is what The Arcadian Experience is all about: my dad and my son feeding cattle with the dogs. Jdubs is in his undies.
Passion Vine blossom -- Awesomeness
The loveable Ruby. Also known as the "obnoxious shepherd"
Frost in the morning
Lucky: that's what this photo is. It was simply being in the right place at the right time with a handy iPhone.
Homemade pizza -- this is what I made for dinner tonight! It was Awesome!
Another shot that says it all about The Arcadian Experience ... my son playing guitar with his daddy. (A photo of my husband is as rare as catching a snipe.) (The clothes line and witch's cauldron make it especially nice, don't you think?)
Jdubs and me.

Photo Awesomeness with Instagram

Instagram is instant awesomeness! I had no idea what I was going to write about today, but then got the idea from my trusty iPhone to take some of my random, everyday photos and use Instagram to edit them. Instagram described by its founders is the blending of instant photos and telegrams, thus “instagram.”

It combines several things at once when taking photos—it’s social media, documentation, art and photojournalism all rolled into one. You take snapshots, apply filters, post/save to a share archive hosted by Instagram. The photo goes onto your Instagram profile, and can be shared across a multitude of various social media. The social media is simply the telegraph “wire.”

The folks at Instagram have a blog, tips for taking better photos, and featured Instagram users’ photos – it’s amazing what someone can do with an iPhone and a free app that applies simple filters.

So maybe I went a little crazy on the filters and fuzz (aka “bokeh”), but Instagram is instant awesomeness. Love it!

Simon the cat, who thinks he's a strange, but loyal dog.
Jdubs has a sense of humor.
Utopia for dogs = riding in the feed wagon with the wind in our face.
Retro Rocket ready for takeoff. (nice socks)
Saturday (Jan. 7).
Today. (Monday, Jan. 9)
New Year's Day cow looking ver freaked out.
See-Mint pig.
My very own Beyonce. Knock Knock.

[to find out more about why a big metal chicken is so funny to 40-year old married women click here.]

If the Dog/Cat Could Sass

Today I snapped a few photos of my pets. I look at them and wonder what they would be saying if they could sass-mouth me First off I’m glad Ruby can’t talk. She could tell some good stories on me. [Although the pet with the most stories happens to be in kitty heaven, (God rest your feline soul, Sky).]

Ruby is back from a week in doggie utopia at the ranch.

"Please don't make me take a Christmas Bath!"

This morning I caught a glimpse of this and had to do a U-turn to capture it on camera. I tried to get it on my good camera, but the batteries were out, so trusty iPhone it was.

"Stupid neighbor dog ... I have no idea why she insist on chasing the squirrels."

I came around from the other entry on the north end of the room. [ignore lamp shades, I was changing the light bulbs in the chandelier.]

"Yeah -- I'm on the table. So? "

I tried to work with Pussums, getting her to pose.

"Not now, I'm trying to get my vitamin D for the day and the days are short. Seriously? You're killing me with the photos. You've got to be the picture-takingest cat mom ever."
"I give up. Take my picture. But I'm not going to look you in the eye. You're getting the no-stare treatment."

Feeding the Critters

My parents were out of town for a few days at a conference, so we had to take care of “the critters.” Today we woke up to snow and hit the high temperature for the day before noon. It was a wet snow that mostly melted by the afternoon, perfect for snowball fights and snowman building. The ground was too warm for it to stick, but it should be interesting tomorrow.

It wasn't as cold as it looks. Pretty all the same.

My husband went this morning to check on things and feed. I took the afternoon shift.

On my way out to the ranch I saw this pretty oak tree. (this was a southern-facing tree, so no snow).

Oak trees are awesome. I think this one is a post oak. Can't be sure and I wasn't going to find out for sure in my fancy pretty boots.

When I drove up, two of the four horses greeted me. The sun was going down, the wind was blowing and it was starting to get really cold.

Sugar and Bucky. I've always been partial to red roans.

They had to get a closer look …

Bucky (aka McCool) had to see for himself.
Then Sugar had to go and stick her nose in it.
I think this is such a cool photo.

Before anything can happen, I had to change my boots. Pretty, fashion boots to working-hard-rubber boots.

Taking Kelly's advice ... changed my boots before tromping around in wet manure.

My husband said he ran out of feed after the morning rounds. Before I went to the ranch I stopped and got a couple bags of feed (this was when Kelly, at the feed story, passed on friendly advice to change boots. check.). Once I opened the saddle house (aka the tack room) to get the cat food, I found, hmmm curiously, three more bags of feed.

Feed.

The barn cats are almost feral. Most can be persuaded into a little petting, but a few are very skittish around people except for my dad. He can woo almost any animal into trusting him.

Barn cats are awesome critters. The keep the mice and snakes away.

Although this fluffy Tom cat crawled on top of the saddle house and stared down at me.

Snake-killing Tom Cat says: "I'm not coming down and you can't make me."

The weaning calves were looking for a bite to eat too. They saw me and starting coming briskly to the barn. I gave them an extra dab since the cold was coming on. With an expected low in the lower 20s, a few extra cubes couldn’t hurt.

Sore thumb? Who sticks out like a sore thumb?

This corriente calf looks out of place among the black baldy/Angus calves. We’re currently eating a corriente hybrid out of our freezer—good eats!

Happy critters.

Then I went in the house to feed the indoor cats, only to find that they opted out of the litter box 😦

Pet Parade of Photos

I was sorting through a few photos I’ve taken over the last couple months, and our pets keep coming up as a subject of my photos. Our animals are a large part of our lives, but I also take their photo because I find them funny or picturesque in a particular moment, or I’m trying to learn something with the settings on my camera and they are the most willing subject given my options.

Jack (aka Jack Attack) on a hunt, just waiting for the birds to fly.
Pussums the cat with green eyes.
Nanny's dog, Sade Mae, the barky dog who is a lover, but hates it when others kiss goodnight in front of her.
Good old Ruby on the feed truck. Doesn't get much better than that for a dog.
This is what I think of when I think of Jack Attack.