Today's theme is Wood. I took a some fantastic pictures of sheep before I realised my mistake. In a mad panic I jogged through the woods in search of a decent shot, but it escaped me.
Oddly enough I spotted a little beaver on a journey. He said something odd, like he was carrying a ring, and he was worried about Nazgûl, or something. That got me worried, so took him home to keep him safe.
This morning, when I came down stairs, the little chap had taken a vintage Port out of the cellar and looked suspiciously close to opening it.
This is an entry for the 'Mega-Extreme' 30 Days of Photographs, hosted by Michael and Ziva. Click on the image to view a larger version. You can view all photos from the series Here.The participants are myself, 00dozo, Bryan, aka Unfinished Person, Cheryl, Elizabeth A., John, a.k.a. nonamedufus, Katherine, Kristen, LaughingMom, Malisa, Mariann, Meleah, Michael, Nicky and Mike, Nora, Pam, Tanya, Ziva.
The "sequel" to Perdido Street Station, one of my absolute favourites, and I'm enjoying it just as much, if not more so.
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I woulda dropped him off at
I woulda dropped him off at the side of the road by now. No one messes with my wine, dammit.
Don't worry, he was too
Don't worry, he was too pathetically weak to uncork it.
He was carrying a ring and
He was carrying a ring and was worried about Nazgûl? Oh wow, that beaver is in so much trouble, no wonder it's driven him to drink.
Yeah to be fair on him, he
Yeah to be fair on him, he did have a lot on his mind.
There's nothing worse than a
There's nothing worse than a thirsty beaver. Well, except, perhaps, useless pictures of sheep.
If you have a need for
If you have a need for useless pictures of sheep, let me know, I'd be happy to send you a selection.
I think I see where this is
I think I see where this is heading...Mount Doom.
Yeah, but I'm looking forward
Yeah, but I'm looking forward to the battle at the Black Gate of Mordor.
I've just concluded that the
I've just concluded that the poor little guy has been driven to madness from being stalked in this life and the afterlife by a deranged paparazzi. He needs a stiff drink and a table leg or two to gnaw on.
I may just let him drink the
I may just let him drink the port. Then at least he'll learn a valuable lesson.
Sheep? Seriously? You ARE
Sheep? Seriously? You ARE getting tired, aren't you?
Did you rescue him for HIS sake, or yours? Seems to me he was doing just fine heading into a whole new chapter of his life.
I think I was mainly
I think I was mainly concerned that the vintage wouldn't be appreciated.
You would think that a beaver
You would think that a beaver would have been an expert on this topic.
Hmm, I wish I had thought of
Hmm, I wish I had thought of that.
With today's theme I'm
With today's theme I'm surprised that you didn't get a pic of the little guy gnawing a tree!
Actually I did have a few
Actually I did have a few tree shots, but I took them a while back and couldn't find one I was happy with. Today's was cheap I'm afraid, I should have been better prepared.
I think your wine is safe. I
I think your wine is safe. I imagine he was just snacking on the wooden frame around it. I think Beavers are more fond of a good Cabernet Sauvignon. They like the nice oak flavors in the wine. Look at that precious little face on the beaver. Give me a thimble full of a nice Cabernet. Maybe he will remember you on his journey.
I suppose he does have a
I suppose he does have a precious little face. I hadn't noticed that before. And I did find some teeth marks in the frame.
I love this one! The
I love this one! The reflection just adds to the coolness factor.
I'm glad you liked it. I was
I'm glad you liked it. I was never entirely happy with any of the 'wood' shots.
Well, I'm kind of looking at
Well, I'm kind of looking at it this way: You were late to the breakfast table and, rather than waking you on a non-work day (everyone knows that sleeping in is becoming a rarity these days), the industrious beaver was just preparing his own morning meal, with the wood being his "cereal" and the port his "milk".
(Nice shot, by the way - I like the reflections.)
;-)
I listen to everything you
I listen to everything you say. So if you're looking at it that way, then so will I.
I'm very impressed that you
I'm very impressed that you have a bottle of port that's so nice it requires a wood-and-glass box. Not to mention a beaver that not only seems to rule your household, but apparently is also the king of Finland's forests. You're an impressive man, Mo.
Being ruled by a beaver is
Being ruled by a beaver is hardly fun though, especially as I have to keep a constant watch over my wines.
Ah, Norwegian wood.
Ah, Norwegian wood.
:)
:)
Oh my god, I love what you're
Oh my god, I love what you're doing with this challenge. Too charming for words.
Welcome, my most charming
Welcome, my most charming comentator. Glad you love it!
Oh - that pesky beaver.
Oh - that pesky beaver. Always messing with your stuff. You are going to have to put him in a time out.
Or maybe just kill him again.
Or maybe just kill him again.
Ha ha! It's a mirror pool!
Ha ha! It's a mirror pool! Oh, and the line, "I took a some fantastic pictures of sheep before I realised my mistake" - made me laugh outloud!
I think I may have heard your
I think I may have heard your laughter across the pond...
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