Mumer Mary

Sometimes you try to run and hide, but you can always be found.

Clarity camouflaged.

Hunkering down for a long winter nap.

Mood of the day.

Same sunrise, three cameras.

When all is strange and scary everywhere, I always try to find something like this.

I believe this to be true.

Tis the season to be scared.

Fall cemetery walk.

There’s always something good to discover out there when walking with my grandson Johnny.

The bandages are off today, but I’m not quite ready to rock ‘n’ roll yet. One day at a time I come back.

My first step to freedom from carpal tunnel syndrome. Let the healing begin.

My first view of the moon when I got off work last night. Tomorrow I have bilateral endoscopic carpal tunnel surgery. Looking forward to my hands, being returned to better manual dexterity.

It is commonly thought by many cats that if you get flat, no one can see you.

Scene from the woman cave: a little bit of early morning recording to move this day forward in a positive direction.

When your first view of the outside world from the front door in the morning is like this, you know anything is possible.

A great illustration of the power of the human spirit.

Cat wars: Last night we had a standoff situation in the living room between Simon who was sitting on Leonard‘s favorite spot at the end of the couch while Leonard watched him to plot a takeover. Soon, Leonard regained his territory, but later Simon returned and took it over one more time.

Wow. No words.

Fog on the lake to start the day. Sun rises and the fog clears, much like the two mile walk does for the body and soul.

Peace in the kitty kingdom.

This is a photo I took in August 1996, during a visit to NYC. The twin towers has seen from the Staten Island ferry while we were on our way to Liberty Island.

When your day begins with ghostly pancakes, who knows what may follow.

The moon peeking from behind the clouds last night, the first thing I saw when I got off work last night.

Leonard now has captured the daybed in the spare room, the first thing I saw after I woke up this morning.

Caturday in the Fall.

Trick photography for seniors.

Twenty four hours later.

Bonfire tonight at the Scott house, our annual ritual. Branches and other debris from a recent storm that came through here.

And just like that— I went from this to that. Turned 69 yesterday.

Ah, yes I remember their music. Nice blast from the past.