A guy pedaling along on his low-rider bike, his dog in tow, on old Route 66 in downtown Albuquerque.
Since we had the newly acquired RX-8 in the shop for service, I took Tristan to the Heights to pick up Diesel, who she is dog sitting for a friend. I put Diesel, his crate, dishes, blankets and toys in my RX-8, which where a rather tight fit, and drove him to Tristan’s. Diesel is a very well behaved, black German Shepard, who enjoyed his rather cramped ride across town. He even gave me a wink over the thought of putting Diesel in the RX-8.
This pigeon laid claim to the bench outside of Patrician Design and wasn’t going to give it up for anyone or anything. After I got this photograph, we had a brief standoff, which ended with me picking the pigeon up off the bench so Amanda could move the bench inside for the night. The pigeon did not fly away, but rather perched on the window ledge and flapped at the window like it was trying to get inside to the bench that it could see through the window.
I took a load of junk to the dump this morning and got drive by’s on the way home. The second photo is seagulls foraging through the trash after a bulldozer mixed it up. I couldn’t get close enough to get really clear shots of the seagulls, but they really are seagulls in the high desert, not just trash blowing around.
Roscrantz was laying between my legs about 3:30 am when Diné attacked him, and a cattywampus ensued as they fought, tumbled and wamped each other on my legs before Diné jumped off the bed with Rosencrantz in hot pursuit. A few minutes later Diné returned to triumphantly claim the spot between my legs where Rosencrantz had been before their cattywampus. Rosencrantz made his rounds, came back in, walked up on my chest and gave me a security report before he snuggled inbetween Laurie and me. I got up early, so Diné and Rosencrantz, still worn out from their early morning tussle, dragged themselves to my spot and continued to snooze. Guildenstern seemed a little mystified that I was getting up after all that ruckus in the wee hours of the morning. Meanwhile Mama Manx caught the first rays of the sunrise in the catio.
These photos of Beaker are the last pictures I’ll ever take…
…with my first digital camera, that is — an old Olympus C-5050. I was testing the telephoto attachment to make sure it was still sharp before I put the camera and accessories on the auction block. The last photo shows the camera with all the accessories I used with it. The Olympus C-5050 was my only camera from 2003 to 2009. I sold all my film cameras soon after buying the C-5050 in 2003, then 6 years later, I bought a Lumix L10 body with a 28-100mm zoom lens in October 2009. The Olympus C-5050 served me well for all those years, but I hadn’t touched it for over 5 years, until today when I got it out and tested it to see if it was still working. It worked great, and will soon have a new home.