Hey, is this thing on?

My post yesterday never showed up in the reader feed. So I am checking to see if this will actually show up.

It can be one of 3 things:

  • a glitch in the wordpress.com system that I already have a conversation going with the fine people here about.
  • All 449 of my followers are experiencing a world-wide system failure but are desperate to read all about my dog’s cone of shame.
  • Or my post about his unfortunate “undercarriage” procedure was just pushing it too far as subject matter. (sorry about that)

I am hoping for the glitch. I don’t wish any harm on my fellow bloggers and the later just would just reinforce my fear of rejection.

 

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Blank Horizons for the Cluttered Soul

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I like simplicity and symmetry. I would even go as far as to say I am a minimalist.  I blame my grandmothers house for this. She is a collector of crap, just piles upon piles of clutter in every corner of her home when I was a kid. Worthless items and trinkets and paperback romance novels covered in a layer of thick dust. (I also blame her for my allergies but that is another trip to the Ear Nose and Throat specialist altogether).

I hated it as a kid, it was like chaos in a box. My grandmother is an awesome lady but a zen master of organization she is not. The woman cannot throw anything away. Her Cherokee name should be “Woman who never knows when she might need that Garfield cookie jar someday”.  Her collection of nick-knacks, dishes, and worthless junk makes me itchy all over*. I figure this is why I hate crowds and doll collections and curio cabinets filled with spoons from around the world and blown glass menageries. Let’s not get started on rear car windows filled with stuffed animals, because we will be here all day. (Pay no attention to the photo below of my dog camouflaged in a sea of polar bear plushies because it’s beside the point!)

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I now realize how this affects my photography. I find that it is hard for me to photograph images where there is a lot going on in the background. Hard to focus on what I am trying to capture. I tend to gravitate to blank canvases. This is why I love shooting the beaches in California back home, just lots of big open sky and an infinite horizons.

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 It just undoes the knots in my soul. It uncomplicates me by feeding my need to be without clutter, because a clutter-free me is a better me… have I mentioned that I hate clutter? I find that there is no shortage of wide open space  here in Colorado. I can’t get enough of the sprawling rolling fields of winter’s white, spring’s green and late summer’s gold.

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 Just a giant blue sky and the only clutter to be found is those pesky clouds littering the sky. I can spend hours on the back of my horse with camera strapped to my back taking it all in.

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…And sometimes just downloading mental pictures is all I need to cure the woes of the day.

 

*I still love you Grandma!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Duck, Luck and Goose.

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When I am not saving the world from copious amounts of dog hair armed with my trusty lint rollers, I’m taking pictures. Nature, pets and the occasional human are my subject of choice. My dogs and horse are my muses and I am THAT girl running around after them with a camera to capture their every expression or ridiculous sleeping poses. However, I do venture out into the great wide open and capture beauty other than the glorious underbellies of my beasts. 

Living here in colorful Colorado, I am spoiled with an almost daily dose of sunsets to die for. The combination of elevation, Rocky Mountains, and jet stream winds create an enormous cloud-painted deep blue sky. My neighbors probably think I am crazy running outside in my favorite tie dye sweats to grab another shot of the day’s end. I have to navigate a virtual mine field of Canadian goose poop left by a flock of 300 who torment my dogs from the large open field outside my front door. 

As I am hunkering down in the grass trying to frame the pink and gold clouds, I kept stepping around this feather. I noticed it in the field outside my front door a couple of days ago and paid no mind to it. My mom’s voice always rings in my ears when i see a stray feather “Don’t touch that, it is filled with parasites!” I have never been one to pick up a stray feather, they remind me of mites and well basically…dead birds. And I have to be honest, I am not a fan of our feathered friends from the north. They are loud, mean, and leave a mess only a Sigma Chi keg party could rival. They are like a gang of bullies who honk obscenities at my dogs as they helplessly watch from the living room window. “Hey whitey? I’m pooping on your grass, whatcha gonna do ’bout it huh?”  All while leaving a trail of dirty feathers and gag-inducing muck all over my lawn. 

For whatever reason I was not getting the photos of my dreams last night and it dawned on me that this dirty feather was catching the afternoon glow. I ducked down (pun totally intended here) and caught that last light of the day behind that discarded plumage and created an image that blew up on Instagram* last night. Funny how I can set out to photograph what I have planned in my head as beautiful and end up with something totally random. I stepped over that feather numerous times to capture the pink and yellow sky and out of 20 or so shots, this happened.

Serendipity in the form of a something that fell off the butt of a goose. And this my friends, is why I love photography. One goose’s trash is this chick’s treasure. 

*follow me @trishkthedish for more gratuitous sunsets and dog photos, I also have a Facebook page for my photography at Big Blue Sky Photography if anyone wants to see stunning photos of my dogs eating peanut butter. 

Why I want a Dragon and a Direwolf

As I prepare to watch the season 4 opener of Game Of Thrones, I am already worried as to how I will ever survive the anxiety ridden 42 weeks until season 5. I watched all 3 seasons this weekend as a little pre game warm up.

I know that characters I love will die (they always do) and the characters I hate will survive ( Sansa told us they always will) and all the expected bloodshed in between will ensue. So as Arya makes her lists before she sleeps of her enemies, I take my own stock of Westeros and my own “prayers” if you will.

My thoughts going into season :

Long live Tyrion and his cunning wit. Good things, make that REALLY good things come in small packages on this show. He is our brilliant and human Lanister. He outsmarts his adversaries with the charm of Han Solo and the wisdom of Yoda. If a Lanister must run King’s Landing then please Gods of old and new, let it be him.

Run Sansa Run. Go anywhere, but just go. Lord Balish is a manipulative turd but if he takes you away from that snake pit then you will still be better off than as the whipping girl of King Joffrey. As much as Tyrion will do his best to protect you, this is no life for the most beautiful girl in King’s Landing. Get outta dodge girl and take all those brocade gowns with you because they are fierce!

Cersi makes Malificent look like your sweet Aunt Buffy. I have a deep hatred for this woman and she reminds me of what would be the equivalent of Vicky if this show was The Real Housewives of Fictional 2nd Century Europe. She and her wine-induced scheming and manipulating. Her secrets are nuclear and If I were her, I would pray that the Dragons do come, because only dragon fire could destroy the evidence of her nastiness!

Joffrey should just die, but he won’t. That kid is just a genetically screwed up mess. His insides are so twisted and black that only the build up of many years of his evil doings will make his demise so incredibly sweet. My fear is that it will not be horrible enough when it comes. But like winter, it WILL come. The monster must die.

Arya is my girl. I just pray her name each night and that she survives to become a kick ass assassin and checks off her enemies one by one with stealth-like precision. She should be the poster girl for all young girls today. She has a real fire in her belly and just might be the last one standing at the end. I would be okay with that. So please don ‘t kill her Mr. Martin, pretty please?

Daenerys haunts my dreams. She is the( in my opinion)  rightful heir to the iron throne. She is the mother of dragons and this is all the convincing that I need. She will take that throne by fire and blood and I am really hoping that happens sooner than later. I just wonder if she will end up with the hot new mercenary Daario, or if she will give her heart to Jorah, her loyal confidant.

These are my wishes for season 4 and I am sure most of them will not come true. I will snuggle under my blanket and watch whilst holding my breath to see who survives episode one.

Stay tuned my lords and ladies for the night is dark and full of terrors!