SATURDAY IS PHOBLOG DAY!






Today, we are having company!! ┬áThis is the first time in our old, new home! ┬áThe kitchen and bathroom are still not finished and I’ve hung no artwork… but it is good enough for now!

HERE WE GO!

WOW.

I’m not a tattoo person, but this one is astounding. If I was younger, I would do this.

Repurposing.

I cannot even estimate how long that took to put up – and how long it will take pack it all away… Maybe they leave it up all year.

Yeah, no worries. I don’t care what the temp is today, or any day…

Kea parrot from New Zealand… wow!

Great idea.

I know it is photoshopped because no horse is that white for more than the moment he leaves the crossties… But still!

A great use of kitty litter containers. I wonder if they have little ladders for the top row?

A gorgeous wild family.

The aftermath of an owl hunt.

When I was growing up in San Francisco, my Dad used to take me to Ripley’s Believe it or Not museum on Fisherman’s Wharf. They had stuff like this there.

My fav pic of the week! At first, I couldn’t figure it out. Then, I realized that someone snuck up on this horse and took a lovely photo – because the horse trusted and loved this human photog.





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  1. Sarah

    Many many years ago I actually did see an Arabian horse that stunningly pure white. My (non-horsey) husband and I were visiting his family in a small remote Colorado town, interesting town that still had a working monastery, cannot recall its name. Coincidentally I had learned of an Arabian breeder who had a ranch nearby – a breeder of imported straight Egyptian lines. They brought out several of their show horses but the “show stopper” was a much older stallion of such hallowed bloodlines I was surprised Egypt had ever let him go to the US. Even this stallion’s movements were ethereal, he seemed to not touch the ground as he pranced around tossing his mane (also pure milk white) and flagging his tail, at times all four feet were not touching the earth. My husband just could not stop staring, mouth open. I had goosebumps and the hair on my head was raising, very strange feeling. In a lifetime of horses in general and Arabians in particular I had never seen the like. My husband then pulled out his checkbook. How much, my non-horse- person hubby asked. The owner just gave him a dismissive look. Pressing the issue my husband said Five Hundred Thousand. The owner turned a shoulder. My husband said (desperately) one million dollars, yes, back in those long ago days, we had it, but the owner wasn’t having any of it. The owner simply led the stallion back into the barn. For years after that I looked for that stallion’s get being available for sale, never found (but BIE Before Internet Era) not as easy back then. But neither of us blamed that owner one bit for refusing to sell what was then and even now the most beautiful horse we’d ever seen.

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