When the summer monsoons come my family finds me dashing away from the dinner table with the truck keys in one hand and the Canon in the other. I spend a lot of time driving with one hand on the wheel, snapping photos with the other. Sometimes, it's not so obvious that I am driving, other times it's a dead giveaway. Blurred bushes, power lines, side mirrors reflecting the lines on the highway....
"Orange" ya glad you're not on the roads when I am doing this?
I am guilty of taking two skirts into the dressing room today with the sole intention of switching the belts on them. The one skirt had pockets on the front that would make that anorexic Olsen twin look fat. I had no intention of buying that skirt, but I like funky belts and that ugly skirt had a cool one. The second skirt was the one I wanted, yet it was beltless.
So, I yanked the belt out of the belt loops on skirt number one. Threaded it through the belt loops on skirt number two. Only then did I try on skirt number two. Skirt number two was too big!
So, I left the dressing room and returned the poofy pocket skirt (without the belt) and told the lady that I was going to keep the other skirt (newly belted). I walked ten feet to the rack, grabbed a smaller size identical skirt (again without a belt) and walked back to the attendant and said "I think I will try on this one, too".
Into the fitting room I go, slip the belt out of the loops on the too-big skirt, reloop it through the smaller size skirt and walk out. Less than twenty seconds had passed and the woman looked a little puzzled when I handed her the too-big skirt and kept the one I wanted.
To be honest, I had even confused myself at that point. I'm sure you're feeling the same way right about now.
The slowest action of all - the growth of a saguaro cactus. When this cactus was a teenager it stood a not so majestic one foot tall. This cactus is probably close to fifty years old, as it is producing flowers (you can see the buds at the top) and stands about nine feet tall.
By time a saguaro has lived to be over 100 years of age it possibly has produced a million seeds. Statistically, only one seed will make it to adulthood.
Photo Friday, "Fancy". Yet another shot of desert flowers, but this one with a lesson for little children, like my own. Listen up kids, when you go for a hike in the desert with your Mom and you run and holler like a gang of hooligans- animals will run from you. Lizards and birds take cover as soon as they hear your bounding footsteps. So, listen to your Mom and come running back quietly to see the little things that you miss in your haste, like the tiny little ants and tiny little bugs on the tiny little flowers. And yes, you can go pee behind that cactus.
This is one of our dogs. My husband's dog, Layla. When my husband and I were first dating we used to take our dogs into the wash (a dry Arizona riverbed) to let them run free. My dog would lope ahead a few hundred feet, always keeping an eye on me and coming back the minute I called his name.
Layla would run off, apparently looking for her long lost wild dog cousins, and would only return when she was tired. During one of our visits to the wash she jumped up in the air and snatched a bird that was flying by.
She even went so far as to paw at the ground and unearth bugs. Once the bugs were exposed she would tilt her head to the side, lean over, and smash her face on them. The entire time she was mauling a bug she would let out this primal moan. It truly was bizarre.
One thing she would never do is "Rest". She was a nightmare dog when she was a young lass.
Now Layla is almost 10 and has had a chronic ear infection for the last year that causes her one ear to lay at a 90 degree angle to her head while the other ear sticks straight up. It always gives her a mildly confused expression. On top of that, the vet has informed us that Layla is going blind. "Don't move your furniture around a whole lot, it will be hard for her to navigate around the house".
So now Layla spends her time in the backyard staring into space, trying to focus on an unsuspecting lizard or butterfly that might stop to rest in our flower garden.