Daisy in the Yard

She certainly can be photogenic, when she makes an effort.

This particular picture captured by the cell phone, incidentally. The camera on it isn’t bad in a pinch.

25 Comments on “Daisy in the Yard”

  1. For some odd reason I’m reminded of Andrew Wyeth’s “Christina’s World”, but with a dog instead of a girl, and the dog is facing the other way, and it’s a photo instead of a painting. Actually, it’s not much like that at all.

  2. The depth of field on the camera is actually terrific.

  3. Makes me want to scratch behind her ears and tell her what a good doggie she is. It’s a great picture. If that camera has any photo quality issues, you’ve definately found its sweet spot.

  4. Ah, the only situation where the Galaxy Nexus’s camera can take reasonably good pictures… full daylight. :)

  5. Good to here about the weather. Originally being from St. Louis I have heard they have had some cold nights but nice days this week. Spring has certainly sprung…

  6. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    changterhune

    Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true!
    I’m half crazy over the likes of you.
    It won’t be a stylish marriage;
    I can’t afford a carriage.
    But you’ll look sweet
    Upon a seat
    Of a bicycle built for two.

  7. She’s the winsomest dog in Ohio, for sure. And oh, that endless summer sky of yours – you have a great summer!

  8. changterhune:

    Richard, Richard, here is my answer true:
    You’re quite crazy, if you think that will do.
    If you can’t afford a carriage
    There won’t be any marriage!
    ‘Cause I’ll be switched
    If I’ll be hitched
    On a bicycle built for two.

    Nobody ever remembers the second verse…

  9. Shawn – Ohio, USA – Early to bed, early or whirlybird or something. Bored now, bye. Don't step on any Lego's 'cause it _Hurts_!
    Shawn T

    My first thought when I saw the title was that early summer
    (when Shasta Daisies start blooming) was very early at your
    place.

  10. My 21 month old daughter pointed at your adorable pooch for about 10 minutes shouting, “A DOG!!”
    I think that she wants to play with Daisy.

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