Even before first light, it was apparent we had gotten more rain last night than I was aware of. This is not to say that I slept soundly. There is a point to which rain on the tin roof is a comforting white noise. And there is the point beyond which it is as soothing as a high-elevation plane-load of lug nuts on sheet metal. Last night was more of a sheet metal night, and the total volume of rain, it turns out, was …

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Since it’s been some while since I mentioned the evolution of our relationship with the DoTH (Dog of The House–the canine equivalent of PoTUS), I thought I would do so briefly this morning. I couldn’t find any March 2012 blog references to the dog, I guess because by then some blog readers were telling me “enough about the dog already!” But her long-term residence here even at that point (we got her at 8 wks old in mid-December after Tsuga died on December 5) …

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One of Gandy’s favorite winter activities is finding ice that has fallen from the black plastic that covers the wood stacks behind the house. She was nosing around in the leaves there as I watched through the back door this morning, nosing around in the leaves and litter, pawing at something with great interest. Suddenly, she lifted her head proudly, marched straight up to the back door, and lifted her head to look at me. She was holding a small brass bell by the …

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This dog is seriously disturbing my peace. And that of our new neighbors as well I’m sure (though I feel somewhat unapologetic about that after enduring months and months of chainsaws and logging trucks that their activities inflicted on us. I think that has left me permanently scarred for life in some way.) We’ve never had barking dogs–ever. Our three labs only barked when there was a reason–not for recreation. Gandy stares off into the woods or over into the pasture barking every breath. …

Howlin Wolf: Barkin Dog: Enuff Already Read more »

As I sometimes–heck, often–do when I don’t know just what to focus on for writing, thinking, or about what’s needed in a photographic summary of one lifetime, I go to the image galleries. And there, I quite often wander around the “blogimage” folders of pix I’ve posted with words and stories. Those are not just free-floating photographs. Each is embedded in an era of life on Goose Creek–before which I neither wrote nor shared images beyond family and friends. Five years ago, we had …

Old Friend, Missed Read more »