Showing posts with label storm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label storm. Show all posts

Monday, April 15, 2013

april snow


Which came first, 
the eggs or the snowstorm?


Lotsa snow.
The first of a three day storm.
I hope mama can hold on.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

stormy weather


I hope our scheduled trip to O'ahu is well-timed,
and the current storm will blow over.
Aloha.


This is my photograph.
I took it with my Sony DSLR from the porch of our house
on January 25, 2009.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

witch's pot


The day before yesterday, a single, magnificent storm rolled up against the mountains. Before spawning tornadoes east of here, it boiled and brewed overhead like a witch's pot. I stepped out the door with my camera and started shooting. I tried, but there's no way I can choose only one of these pictures for this post. More would be too much to believe, so for now, here's just the first one.


Okay, one more. But I'm saving the rest for later.


Monday, April 13, 2009

eugenics

Bo and The Godfather

One of the reasons I like having Obama in the White House is that I don't have to worry. I know I probably should, but what counts is that I don't feel like I have to. Maybe it's just the contrast; Bush scared the bejeezus out of me. I do keep my ear to the rail, but I haven't heard anything alarming thus far. Good reason, I guess, to pay attention, especially when the water is flat calm. Like, just before a squall hits.

Oh dear. Storm warnings. Right when I was having myself a sigh of relief, the Easter Bunny showed up with a purebred Portuguese Water Dog named Bo for Sasha and Malia Obama (beware the ironclad campaign promise). Being people of conscience, their parents had been looking forward to rescuing a shelter dog. In addition, the First Lady has planted an organic vegie patch out by The Rose Garden. That's what I mean; you can trust that they're good people. Anyway, before they could do the decent thing for some needy hound, Teddy Kennedy stepped in and offered a puppy from some eugenic breeder (probably one of those kajillion Kennedy cousins). Obama is wise enough not to mess with the double karmic load of Teddy being genuine American royalty plus a cancer patient. If you're the new President, you probably ought not to mess with that old political icon for any reason anyway. So the result is, even in this 21st Century, there's still a Kennedy in the White House.

The First Daughters looked at what the breeder had to offer and of course chose the dog who most resembled a stuffed animal. Eugenics gave the sweet little thing adorable curly hair, cleverness and a bouncy personality. Totally irresistible to the two girls, but just wait until the family, not to mention the whole White House staff, get a load of what "bouncy" means in Portuguese. A PWD is one of those kinds of dogs you should never let be in charge. As if there's a choice. I wonder if any human can truly outsmart a clever dog.

Then there's that pesky word "water". It's the PWD's middle name, for dog's sake. They have to have water and lots of it. They were bred for water sports. Last time I checked, there's no sizable lake, let alone the preferred ocean, at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. I can see how this is going to turn out; that clever dog will wind up living out his days surfing the sunny beaches of Oahu. By the way, I have no doubt that PWDs can learn to surf.