Doug has two of our four cats trained to stay with him when he takes them out for walks -- Rosie and Mokkah. In the first picture, Rosie walks next to him; Angel is in the foreground. Angel has to be leashed because she tends to run and hide if I turn my head away from her. She has ME trained! She'll only let me touch her; she'll have nothing to do with my husband.
These sky photos were taken in past years, as long ago as 2005, after thunderstorms.
We get some awesome sky views here in the "holler" but I haven't seen any as intense as it was on these days.
I wanted to post this on the Sky Watch blog, skyley.blogspot.com so decided to awaken my blog so that I could add it. We actually have high speed internet now (yeah!) so perhaps I'll do some postings now and then!
I finally completed a quilting project I've been working on for several months - a quilted wall hanging done via a technique called "thread painting," or "thread play," that I did from a photograph of my cat, Angel Kitty. This is a technique I learned at the Quiltfest I attended in July in Jonesborough, TN. It is my first art quilt. I hand embroidered her whiskers at her nose, to make them stand out against her white fur, and I used Angelina fibers to make the highlights in her eyes. Also, in the grass underneath her is a little mouse!
Mother Nature decided to thwart our shopping plans the other day by delivering a storm that coated the driveway, the road, and the trees, grasses and bushes with a layer of ice, keeping us from taking our morning walk, let alone drive to town! And so I spent the day inside, trying as best I could to get some good pictures from the front deck. We were fortunate that we only had one small cedar fall on our lane. The memory of last year when we had 22 trees down on our lane after a snowstorm around this same time, made us forgiving of this one!
The ice on the trees gave the woods an "other world"ly look.Mother Nature showed off her handiwork when the icy covering on the boughs and limbs brought out details previously unnoticed.
A hawk spent several hours perched on top of a frosty limb, waiting for lunch to fly by!
Rabbits cookin' coffee -- that's what the locals call it. But here in this little hollow in East Tennessee, when the hills surrender their misty hostage to reveal the stalwart cedars growing by the stream in our pasture, I know there is no place on earth I would rather be. The welcome mat is out! Come and sit on the porch and chat with me awhile!