Gnome Downtown with Soos and Ellen

Good Grief, Goes Gnome

This is a photo of one of the fellows with whom I share my crop of pecans every year. Since we had a bumper crop this year, we had enough to take to Jean and Jack, who nibble on pecans every day for breakfast.


A large monument marks the original resting place of long gone -- but never forgotten -- cousin William.


The marker for an unknown departed seemed especially thought-provoking.


Good Grief! Not sellable, and so I remain the proud owner of this thing. No one wanted it as much as I do, and it reflected in the final amount at the auction: Not even close to its Blue Book value, which is the least I expected. Fine, I'll keep it in my garage and I will do so gladly, for surely I have better business sense than to let go of this car for a pittance.

Gnome on a Sunday

My Dachsund often looks sweet, or I could think he looks guilty. I think it depends on my perceptions.


Kisses kept me company while I read Harold Bloom's "The Art of Reading Poetry."


Hodge, though, felt much more interested in Seamus Heaney's translation of "Beowulf."


I was instructed by my squirrel-chasing spaniel to look up this tree at a squirrel. The squirrel hid well. I don't see him: Do you? I see it helps to have a good nose.


I'm dabbling more in abstract and thought this image would work okay.


Off Hodge traipsed for more squirrel chasing.


This leaf all by itself reflected the beauty of nature.


My Mr. Mallory and I drove my '63 Thunderbird for the last time today. It goes into auction on New Year's Day. Hate, just hate to see it go, but I need someone who will give it more TLC to own it. As it is, it just sits in my garage while I drive the vehicle I prefer to drive, the Jaguar.

Speechless Gnome

Bhenazir Bhutto (1953-2007)

Photo from Reuters

Gnome under Mistletoe

My Mr. Mallory got a kiss from me under the mistletoe pictured here.

Gnome in Tune

I tagged along with the choir and took photographs.


My friend lays her head back as she sings, beautifully, "Silent Night" while Helen and her family listen from inside her home.


Forster leads the group while ringing the bells.


Father looks surprised.


This is my favorite photograph.

Woman Having Fun: Un-muzzled and Indomitable Yoani

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Gnome at Beaks End

I photographed BirdManBob medicating a female Great Horned Owl. He and Marty made sure that she can fly now, after spending a few days at Wild Bird Rescue recuperating from her injuries.

The Great Horned Owl was found caught in barbed wire. A lady rescued her and brought her to us. Today she will release the owl in the same place she found her. Remarkable looking creature.

Gnome in the Garden

I sat outside this evening and admired the colors of the leaves enhanced by the rays of the setting sun.

Hodge romped but stood still, momentarily, for a snapshot.

My fellow gnome, shown here sitting on a gazebo, is also a birdwatcher and one who looks after them. Here I show him as he looks through a pair of binoculars at the bird feeders near the back door.

I took pictures as Mr. Mallory grilled a swordfish steak for our supper this evening. Before darkness, I noted the sunset looked remarkable, as it does often in Texas. I could see some of the colors through the branches of the trees that surround me. After the sun set, the lights lit up the trees.

Gnome Will Meet with Fellow Wufflers

"Is our town 'guerrillarized' enough in the arts?" You've heard of the "Guerrilla Girls" or is it the "Gorilla Girls?" Not sure about the spelling in spite of their strong and cherished message; I do feel sure, though, that Schnauzer seems one of the most enthusiastic aritistic editors I may every know. He has a cover for our issue, out in June I hope, already. My fellow Wufflers Schnauzer, Badger and Larkspur will gather with me on Thursday for what I predict will be a delightful banter about our work. I will update them on the groundwork Badger and I have done recently and then settle in to sip tea and enjoy listening to their plans. What a grand group has come together for the benefit of our artists, authors and community members!

Another Woman Having Fun

Image from wpra.com.


Image from cowgirl.net.


Image from bbhc.org.

"Dad says, 'Babe, you better watch him, he's a little stout.' Well, that should have warned me because dad never warned me of anything. You just get on and take your bumps," she said. "Holy moly, old Bashful Boy popped me back off my rigging and took my heels and he threw me so hard I plowed a furrow you could have planted potatoes in. Dad's version of it was, 'That horse threw her so high the birds planted a nest in her pocket before she hit the ground.' -- said Jan Youren, who retired from rodeoing at age 64, a six-time Rodeo Champion.

Gnome and the Wichitans

The sculpture near Texhoma Cycling Center looks especially beautiful under fog.


Soos's tree looked magical today, as if aside from the fog there is something magical in the air today.

Gnome has Soup and Sandwich with Ellen

To paraphrase Ellen: "You are my only friend who has nothing to do with anything I do." And she's right. To describe how we met, we happened to take the same tour once to OKC, then met in a bar there for a cup of coffee before our bus headed back to our hometown. And so we talk about everything, not just one thing. Yesterday she gave me a bottle, empty, into which she pushed lights. It brightens up a corner of my kitchen, and it is wonderful to know where it came from.

Gnome Heads to Kamchatka

Thinking upon setting sail to Kamchatka (on the Clipper Odyssey) I googled it to find a nice web site developed by a nice fellow named Andrew Logan. Take a look at http://www.kamchatkapeninsula.com/

Gnome Beside the Court

This morning members of the photography club gathered at the public library to set up our exhibit. I took along a light blue cloth, a couple of old cameras, and un-framed pictures of women that I took during my travels. The other kids took large framed photos of their work, so my 5x6s seemed to fill in some of the corners here and there. I wish I could have included some of the nice photos I took of the lovely athletes at the ball game this evening.

Gnome in A Zoo

Not sure I like the zoo thing: A white tiger paced back and forth at a glass that separated it from the public; an elephant kicked the dirt under its right foot over and over while people pointed at her and laughed. This after seeing the animals roam free in Kenya. Not a good effect on me. A mother urged her baby to feed the parakeets. A Flamingo slowly opened its eye at the sound of my camera shutter.

World War II Planes in the Sky

Oh, Gnome Skips Lecture . . . Again.

It's just that ever since I moved to Texas in 1984 I have developed an increasing interest in its history and people; so, when the Kemp Center for the Arts and the MSU Museum of Art collaborate on a field trip to visit artists and art museums within a two hour drive -- I cannot resist going in lieu of attending lecture by a fabulous professor. Yes, it is a difficult decision, a tug of interests: Reduce my ignorance in South and Southwest literature or reduce my ignorance in regional art? I visited Joe Barrington at his home and studio, met his lovely wife JJ -- whose striking work caught my attention -- then met Bonnie Siebert at her house and studio. I chatted with them about their work, listened as they told me tidbits about life in general, and felt intrigued by everything. At the end of the field trip I had the opportunity to see JJ's work in Albany: Several photographs of women in several poses, with and without suitcases, either returning or leaving, sitting on the [sidestep] of a 50s car, or walking up (or down) the railroad. JJ asked the viewer to ponder about the circumstance of the women in the photos; I said, they're too smart to remain in one place and they need to see the world. JJ responded that if that's what I felt they did, then that's what they did. Cool exercise that made me wonder what other women thought about the subjects in the photos.

Gnome Weeps

The Kiowa Kooks gave away thousands of hot dogs to the troops who arrived from Fort Sill to watch the ballgame between West Texas A&M and MSU. The soldiers looked so young to me; men and women just like them -- Adams, Carter, Martin, and thousands more -- did not return from Iraq alive. So young. As they stood in line and took a hotdog, they said thanks to the Kiowa Kooks. I watched them through tears in my eyes.

Gnome Sits in Cockpit

Not only did Mac agree to spend an hour or two posing for us with his cropduster plane, he hauled it out onto the grass where photographs of it could have a nice background, then started the engine for us, and then even helped us climb aboard to sit in the cockpit.