the cat that loves art class

my art class…three boys, one girl & one cat named Hobbes. my Wednesday art class. one is trying to squirt grey paint onto his paper. Hobbes watched the whole thing. so what are you going to do now?

to walk in fields of gold…a photographer’s dream

except the field is too small. perception is everything. but the way, Hobbes, my cat, looks really mean in this pic because he is glaring at a bee. he got stung last week by a yellow jacket & has yet to trust any type of flying bug

ice see you, my hot husky

yesterday i found that a child o’ mine left the freezer door open…God only knows how long. It was, however, long enough to turn the ice into a solid chunk. I dumped it on the brick pathway & a large piece landed in front of my husky. Nala doesn’t care for ice…normally. She was hot….

“oh, don’t be camera shy”

“no, that is not the shutter button!” “You’re too close, Hobbes, back up!” “dammit, don’t scratch the lens, Hobbes!” “click”

living art

Hobbes looks beautiful now matter where i happen to find him

my prince

Hobbes is an artist, he is a model, a snuggle bug & a hunter of small things that dig in my gardens. he is all things rolled into one, my champion.