Sunset and Clouds

Gnome at Sunset

I went out to the lake to photograph the sunset when a fisherman appeared with his net. I told him that if he stopped by the Wild Bird Rescue Center nearby, he would find some of the photos I took of him. I like to share my photos with my subjects.


A nice man brought an injured pigeon to Wild Bird Rescue Center. I had just finished practicing photography. While chatting with BirdManBob the man drove up in a Cadillac. "Maybe he'll donate some money," I said to BirdManBob. The man handed us a pet carrier containing a white pigeon. He said his dog had caught her and that he'd chased the dog around for a while. BirdManBob lead him inside the center. When folks bring injured birds, they fill out a form with information on the bird's situation, such as where they found it, what more or less occurred to cause its injuries, and then if they wish they include their address. Sometimes they leave a donation. Inside the nursing room in the center, I held the pigeon while BirdManBob checked her for injuries, then dabbed antibiotic ointment on her wound, after which he weighed her, and then tucked her in her cage. Aside from looking frightened, I think she'll do okay.

Bird Doo on Gnome's Car

Someone buy my T-bird so that I can park my station wagon in the garage again.

Gnome's Afternoon with Hodge

Time spent as a blur: Time goes by fast when you are having fun.

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.