Dog's Plot Studio Reveal

You might think that a guy living alone in an big old three wing, fourth generation , fourteen room farm house would not need a separate building for a studio, but I do need such as a resort if I am to get a whirl wind of work done without practical junk and ordinary people things getting in the way. And you are not invited to visit me there, not only because of the Pandemic thing, but really mostly because I want to be alone there; but here you have a virtual visit. It was very very busy here today, busier than the day the pig fell into the well

Snow Shoes Last Tromp

Pinhead's Tipi

I went down to the chicken house to feed Pinhead, The Chicadees , the Little Brown Jobs, and the Jay birds, stood there still and cold as a snowman for a while , then came back, but its pretty cold yet and I won't be hopping onto my skis real soon, even though there seems to be chocolate coated candy drops all over the snow....rabbits you know. PinHead, the last lonely Chicken, who has chosen NOT to come out of the chicken house to feed or for any other reason, did not even come to the carry-out I had carried out...and brought in to her, but I heard a brief rustling in the corner where a while black I had put some rigid foam panels I need to use there, tied up in an industrial black trash bag, so that the chickens would not eat the foam, because chickens all like to peck and eat those white styro beads, like popcorn, not that it has ever seemed to do them any harm, and anyway the others and she have already put a door in the bag and eaten most of the styrofoam, so now I see she is in the otherwise empty, black bag tipi and she doesn't want to come ouf of her chicken tent right now just fora plate of dried tomato, basmati rice, oat flakes, chicken soup noodles, whole and cracked corn, wild bird mix, cat food sweepings, or the regular layer ration garnish;

Shadow Walker

Snow Exit Here

There's no way out of here

Stink bug, spider gonna get you

How I make a living here:

Nasty Night Visitor

It was hard to get a high quality image of the low-flying , polysexual, being that visits the desert island irregularly and at night; but to all appearances, this one-horned, imp with a tail like a dog and tits like sweet potatoes, has done everything but impregnate the lone Cocoa Palm... and maybe it has even done so. Nothing good can come of that.