
Posted for Debbie Smyth’s Travel With Intent: Six Word Saturday.
Living With Common Variable Immune Deficiency and It's Autoimmune Friends
Posted for Debbie Smyth’s Travel With Intent: Six Word Saturday.
All Images: ©Hannah Keene
Posted for K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge: Autumn Leaves/Autumn Light.
Posted also for Debbie Smyth’s Travel With Intent: Six Word Saturday.
Salmon Steaks for Sale
Posted for Lens-Artist Photo Challenge #67: Layered. Also posted for Becky’s October #lines&squares and Debbie’s Six Word Saturday.
…………..but I find it irresistible.
Cormorants are funny creatures. And I find those green eyes to be truly startling! I am not aware of any other bird that has green eyes.
Posted for Tina Schell’s Lens-Artist Challenge #67: CANDID. Also posted for Six Word Saturday.
Photo taken, of course, at our lovely Brother and Sisters Flower Shop on Grand Avenue in Oakland, California.
I am finding myself somewhat nostalgic and sad lately. The daylight is beginning to fade sooner and sooner, and while fall is usually my favorite season, September 2 marked the first year anniversary of my husband’s death. So I have been looking through family pictures of late, and went searching for these, as they are among my favorites of the past year – the first year without my husband of 44 years. While the post itself is far longer than six words, the title is exactly six, so I hope I can still use the Six Word Saturday hashtag.
I have written before about the fact that my good friends, Martha and Arthur, and I share our two dogs. Theirs is Teddy the Labradoodle and mine is Zoë the Miniature Schnauzer. When my husband and I returned to Northern California three and a half years ago and moved into our retirement community (St. Paul’s Towers), the grandkids were just 1 and 3½. Teddy was bigger than the 1 year old, obviously, but he was also awfully big for the 3½ year old. About a year ago, when they were 3 and almost 6, the two of them decided that it was time for them to start walking the dogs instead of just accompanying me when I walked them. So they became the walkers, and I became the accompanying and supervising person. The 3 year old was still rather scared of Teddy, but was comfortable walking Zoë. The almost 6 year was adamant that he wanted to walk Teddy by himself, without me holding on to the leash. Here is the result: he walking confidently on ahead with Teddy last February, when he was fully 6+ a few months. My granddaughter, Zoë, and I are lagging behind, in a perfect position to capture a photo.
Walking the Dog at Twilight
Posted for Six Word Saturday. Well, at least there’s exactly six words in the title. 😉