It’s true. When I meet with the A-team and we stroll the grounds of the garden, I like to take pix of the neighbor’s pets. Even the pesky cats next door.

Here’s a few of my furry friends.

Shad resides at corporate headquarters and is a member of our advisory team.This was my first test shot after finding the camera on the back lawn…in the rain. Not good.

Sorry for the shaky pix, I was trying to handle two dogs on a leash, converse with the owner and snap a shot of this little lady, just passing through. Just moved to town and was visiting family. She was kind of hot for Shad.

This guy lives near the Hillbilly Home Gym and as you can see, he’s rather fit hizself.

Sister Christian’s Deep Thought for the day:

Being happy with simple pleasures is no simple matter.

Oh baby, it’s good. Let’s recap, shall we?

Friday Yoga was divine. The opening and unkinking, good medicine. Frankly, we fought the urge to skip the session, no time for navel gazing or staring at my Big Toe. There’s Work To Be Done! With the holidays, illness, death, taxes, and our covert operations, it’s just hard to carve out the time. Believe me, it was time Well Spent.

It was good, and the seamless breathing took on the image of a tear drop. It’s been a tragic week on the local scene. We were reminded of all the families we’ve served as we cleaned out the files earlier this week. Each stack representing families and friends across the nation that have lost a loved one. The image wasn’t disturbing, it felt like I was honoring the families and the names.

My teacher uses a slower gentler practice that suits me well. While I don’t consider myself a purist, I guess I prefer a more traditional practice. No Yoga-blend with Madonna music or fitness balls. That’s a different class.

Later that day we strolled up to the hillbilly home gym for some calisthenics and met with the advisory team for some team building exercises.

On the way, we noticed that our neighbor to the east has cleaned out the car. I wanted to try to get a picture. Over the past month the interior of the car had morphed into either a closet or laundry basket with clothes piled to the ceiling and beginning to land on the hood and the trunk. It was a growing pile of moldy clothes. Shew!

Kidz in the Hood or “go play in the street.” :

Fox on the Run:

Thanks to Bus Plunge for the tip.

Keeping in the animal theme, Google analytics reveal that curious minds want to know: Where do squirrels go when they die?

And then this: “hi, do you havr this urn in a smaller size? i have my rats ashes of about 3-4 tablespoons. if not what could you recomend? is a keepsake too small?”

It’s time to get a new camera. I can’t do much about the shaky hand that holds the camera, but I can upgrade my tools. Thanks to the tip from Granny, I’m gonna take her advice:

In my purse, I ALWAYS carry a Sony Cybershot 7.2 megapixel camera with a Carl Zeiss 3x optical zoom lens.

For the Chihuly photos, I set the camera on “Shoot low-light scene without flash.” Model number is DCS W80.

I’ve had the camera for about 6 months: it’s drop-dead simple to operate and weighs almost nothing. Battery life is awesome.

Deep Thoughts: MTV and VH1 have replaced the early morning Saturday morning cartoons of my childhood.