A few photos

I just went out with the dogs to check the weather. It’s cold–39 degrees–but no precipitation right now, so nothing sleety or snowy going on at The Compound. I realized that I never put any pictures on here of last week’s “big event”:


Cold fern.


Cold elephant ear.


Cold palm.


Cold cacti.

Of course, New Orleans, as is her wont, had to one-up Houston and have real accumulation for dramatic photos of snow-covered streetcars and such. She’s such a show-off, that coastal sister of ours. We love her.

Photo Friday, No. 125

Current Photo Friday theme: Dusk


Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.

Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.

Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.

Carl Sandburg

These are a few of my favorite things…

You want to hurt me for the ear worm that is my title, don’t you?

A few nights ago, The Brides, Tom, and I went to one of my favorite-memory restaurants, the Ambassador. I first went there with my friend John and some of his friends back in the mid nineties, and ever since, I always order the soup he introduced me to. It’s called “sizzling rice” soup. The server combines the crispy rice table-side with a bowl of steaming soup, and the resulting crackle is as fun to hear as the soup is comforting to eat.


Bad me, for letting the shadow of my camera strap fall on my bowl.
I didn’t want to reshoot it because Lindsey pointed out that the waitstaff was
lined up watching and laughing at me.
But the soup–it’s so good!

On the way to the restaurant, we passed some office buildings in Greenway Plaza that had the most alluring lights twinkling in their massive windows. Lindsey and I talked about going out night-shooting sometime. The next night, I was awake and bored. Since it was the middle of the night, I didn’t think Lindsey would appreciate a call. So I took a solitary drive around. That late, the lights were off in the Greenway Plaza building, but I got a lot of shots downtown. Word: Even if one possesses minimal photography skills, with a good camera and a tripod, great photos are possible UNLESS you are a woman alone in the middle of the night. Then you think, Am I INSANE? and get your not-so-great shots on the fly. Still, I’m pleased with several of them and will probably share them over time. This is not my most favorite, but ranks right up there because I love that I was able to capture the movement of the only two people visible in a radius of several blocks.

Since Tim’s stocking is not yet hung by the chimney with care (my fault, not his–I haven’t asked for it), I’ll delay tree photos. Plus I keep finding more ornaments to hang. However, you know it’s Christmas at The Compound when the sleighbells appear. Since I didn’t decorate last year, I didn’t realize that the 2007 and 2008 additions, which upped my total to eighteen, would be two too many for my little tree. I placed those two randomly next to others. Next year, I’ll have to find another way to display them. (There is a precedent: In 2006 they looked like this.) This year, they look like this:


I added the tiny ornaments to give them some color, because I remember 2005, too.

Button Sunday

Tim talked here about what we did on Saturday. You know my views: We are all equal, deserving of the same rights under the law. My favorite moment of the day: The speaker asked all the straight people there to hold up their signs. When I said out loud, “I don’t have a sign!”, the lesbian next to us handed me hers. I raised it high with a lump in my throat.


A favorite photo of Tim.


Proper use of who’s and whose: It does an editor good.

Clicking on either of those photos will enlarge them, and you can also go “up to gallery” to see the rest of the photos.

Dog Day

Saturday, I asked Tim if I could go with him to hang out at the Scout’s Honor tent at the Meet and Greet Adoption Event in the Heights. I told him I wanted to shoot pictures. As it turned out, the person who usually takes photos of their dogs didn’t have her camera, so it worked out perfectly. Because Scout’s Honor doesn’t have a facility, their dogs are fostered by volunteers, and a gathering like this is a great chance to get photos of them. Since I can’t take every dog home–I would if I could!–it was gratifying to feel like I could offer something to such a worthwhile cause.

It was a gorgeous day outside, and the dogs were loving it. Set up next to Scout’s Honor was a Basset Hound rescue group, and on the other side, I saw what I think was a Husky rescue group and a Golden Retriever rescue group. The dogs from Scout’s Honor represented a few breeds and a lot of mutts (that most wonderful breed of all). I thought you might enjoy–from at least a few of the hundred-plus photos I shot–some of the dog energy I got to experience. It’s one of the best things in the world.

Not everyone should have a dog–that’s clear by the ones abandoned, neglected, and abused. But if a dog is right for you, there’s nothing like opening your home to a rescued dog. A little research and some one-on-one time will help you find the breed (or mix), age, temperament, and gender that will be your ideal match. I love it that Tim is fostering EZ until she can find her forever home. And when I look at Margot, Guinness, Rex, and Sugar–all of them rescues–I can’t imagine missing out on the love, laughter, and loyalty they offer unconditionally every single day.

dog love here

Done

Late afternoon, looking east on West Gray, the sky was a vibrant blue.

Looking west, the sun had my eyes running.

Believe it or not, I knew who most of these people are and their positions:

before I went inside and cast my ballot.

Despise me if you must–I don’t feel that way toward those who disagree with me–
because afterward, I swung by campaign headquarters to pick up something for the yard:


where EZ, a single-issue dog, wonders,
Can these guys help Tim’s new grass grow?

Dare to dream, EZ. Dare to dream.