Still no writing done, but that's been the point of the last few days. I got to thinking and realized that what with school and writing on deadline and surprise -send me everythings, from the agent, I have not had an actual break in over a year. So, on to posting photos. You may thank me for not showing you the tree OR the fence that fell down.


OK, so this is the border collie and why in an emergency like todays we don't herd sheep. She does. This is her intense mode. She's intense about 2 things in life: balls and herding. She looks like this because I have my foot on her ball. This seeming cruelty is necessary so that I can get the ball without her deciding she'd rather take it back without my throwing it, which she wants just as desperately as she wants me to throw the ball for her. I didn't say it made sense. Maybe it does to a herding dog. This picture was taken before I threw the ball and she ran through mud to get it. Shortly after that she was a mud-colored dog.


And, here's a picture of where I live. Just one of the views that makes this OK sometimes. There are no sheep in the field since we had to move them out because the lower neighbor is unclear on the need for real fences in the country.



And Last, just because this picture came out pretty.