April showers bring May flowers?
Perhaps.
In the Rocky Mountains, the rain season is in June!
April showers bring May flowers?
Perhaps.
In the Rocky Mountains, the rain season is in June!
“Gloriously defending my domain from intruders with every fiber of my…errr…with every wrinkle of my being!”
Periodically, I post brief updates on my other blogs that are either subject-specific or use other platforms that are more suitable for the readers of this blog.
Inglorious Bassets is dedicated to, well, bassets, and other canine photography. Some is professional, some is not, but I try to use humor as often as possible. We've recently surpassed 700 fans!
Youngish Naturalist: my nature-and-wildlife photography conveniently posted on tumblr!
Nina Kouprianova on 500px: This is my best-of-the-best portfolio of high-resolution photographs focused on a variety of subjects available for download.
Nina Kouprianova on Pinterest: I'm relatively new to this platform, and, to be perfectly honest, it's the one I struggle with updating the most. Nonetheless, I'm slowly amassing a collection of photographs—from nature to travel—for those who prefer sharing this way.
Hope you can join me on one of these blogs!
What better cure is there for all the life's troubles than an evening hike on a warm almost-autumn day with your canine pals? Too bad it's only temporary...until the next hike!
And don't trust the misleading facial expression on the part of His Bassetness who resembles the Saddest Puppy in the World. He didn't want to go back! In fact, he spent most of the hike on serious basset business: tracking what I think was a fox or a coyote based on the...errr...evidence all over the trail.
Dogs, cool October (!) weather, and strawberries. Then rain - back indoors, tea in hand.
Not bad for a Rocky Mountain hike!
All these things comprise this weekend's hiking.
How lady-like, huh?
That is, if you ignore the fact that the oversized puppies slobber excessively...
...that picking wild strawberries likely depleted the bears' supply (a little),
...and that the butterfly was a giant horned and furry moth (but an adorable one, nonetheless).
Not bad for a set of unplanned smartphone photographs!
Her name is Polly, but lately, some of my family members keep referring to her as “Brunhilde.” I think you can tell why! ;)