Once again, my friends, a heart appears in this photograph. Do you see it?

Get your head out of the gutter. (Now scroll down.) :meow:

We met Kiki today on a farm. We stopped so that I could photograph a horse for a portrait , but he was gone to show. We’ll have to go back for that photograph. Kiki followed us into the barn and she must have known that we’re allergic to cats, because she decided to rub her pretty furry self all over our legs. I knew just by looking at her that she’s with kitten, which made her “awww” factor just skyrocket. We were flattered when she decided she was going to come home with us, and followed us to the car. No kidding, she was determined.

Look at her, about to jump right up on Caty’s lap, and send us directly to the nearest emergency room for a nice epi cocktail. Sorry Kiki, achoo to you. I wish. :sniffle: :honnnnnnnnnnnk:

We also met a 1 week old colt with the curliest little mane I’ve ever seen – and a mama that was highly protective of her newborn. The daddy was a doll, he and I snuggled and he gave me kisses and snorted warm air in my ear (and down my neck) – I think I’m in love. I didn’t even sneeze! Yahoo!

On your mark, get set, raspberries!!!
(I apologize for the intrusive watermarks, there have been some people using my images lately who are violating my ToU by altering them, cropping out my copyright. Some people sure do spoil it for everyone.)

I’d love to enter this photograph into a contest, or something. She’s beautiful. The photos I captured of the other side of her wee little head tell a sad story, she’s suffering from conjuntivitis. I tried to find someone around here that might be willing to treat her, but no luck.

Knowing her future, it makes this photograph even more spectacular to me, because she looks awfully angelic, doesn’t she? Like she should have a faint glow of a halo around her head. Awwwww. Pretty birdie.

I don’t know what happened. One minute I was cracking an egg ever-so-carefully so I could separate the yolk from the white to make turkey burgers, the next minute I was obsessing over the folds in the towel, the lighting, and the gloss on the shell.

I guess that explains why the shell is still in tact with a tidy little opening, and also probably why I’m a fruitcake with a camera.

I forgot to post this pic of Martina’s Bass player. It’s so moody and jazzy and c o o l .

Did I mention I filed our taxes already? I did. And now I’m thinking about ripping out a few more walls in our house, but not before I finish the blog design I’m working on – and the custom dog portrait that is waiting in my studio.

So little to do, so much time.

Scratch that, reverse it.

(Thanks Mr. Wonka, that will forever be stuck in my head.)

We’ve been looking at houses, too. We’d like to move far far away from this stupid snow. I’ve found two homes that are completely out of our price range but they’re beautiful and I want them. Which one can you “see me in”?

Beautiful Gorgeous Immaculate House #1or

This Wonderful Private Southern Belle of a Home