I shot the shop in Kemah, TX, and the house boat in Clearwater Beach.
Stop in and Browse
House Boat
It is in town on a street called the Strand
A couple shots while enjoying Dickens on the Strand
Dickens on the Galveston Strand
Unicyclist
I'm sure it would be a better shot than the grasshopper on my buddy's chrome dome.
I shot the grasshopper at my buddies ranch in Texas. The other shot is of my son peering over the fence at the naked neighbors.
Hey, you have something on your dome
On the Fence
You have the gift, Grasshopper; you have the gift.
Yes, we miss our pets when they die--they give unconditional love and ask very little in return. God must have known we needed friends like that.
Tigger's Mother abandoned him on my door step 8 years ago and I raised him ever since. Whenever he saw me, heard my voice, or the sound of my car, he came running.
My Tigger went to the hereafter all too soon. He was my very special boy. Love endures.
My Tigger
Is it a bird or a plane or some UFO? No it's an air-crane. I shot the 2 images last Saturday at a Paintball Tournament out in the woods, in Cypress, TX. When Big Red speaks, everyone listens.
Air Crane
Big Red
I shot these on Galveston Island not too long ago. The gull was massive. Everything is bigger in Texas, don't you know....
Hey There Big Boy
Chillin on Galveston Island
Actually 3 pheasants are replaced every year for each one killed on this hunting ranch. The same is true for the water fowl there. I'm sure that's no consolation for the ones that find their way to the dinner table. Then again, eating beef, fowl, fish and anything else with a head may elicit the same response. I am a meat eater. Back in the day, our buffalo were hunted to extinction--not for the meat; but for their hides.
Dick Duffy wrote:
nice shot of a setter on point could be a wall hanger if you if you clone out the collar which in my opinion is a
huge distraction from the main subject.
That wide orange collar and the shock collar underneath, gives the guide instant access to his dog--sometimes needed in thick undercover with lots of other dogs in close proximity. For me the collars are a reminder of how it's done in hunting camps. My dogs wouldn't have them.