Downward snow dog.

My father LOVED junkyard art. He brought these dogs everywhere he moved. They weren’t my thing. HOWEVER–when he moved to the nursing home and I sold or gave away most of his things I brought these home.

They bring me great unexpected joy…

Whenever I see them, their expressions remind me of my quirky ol papa smiling from above.

Our Welcome Elk

Our elk still has his Xmas red nose. He gets decorated every year.

Before you come to this sign on hwy 101, there are warning signs that are activated by collars if the elk herd gets within 20 yards of the hwy. I haven’t seen the herd cross but the sign definitely goes off now and then.

The herd definitely comes down into the valley to munch on the open farmlands.