Southwest Lens and Paws
Based in the Southwest follow along as we explore the Americas in our truck with our bird dog, taking pictures and writing stories.
Tuesday, March 26, 2024
Random day
Sunday, March 17, 2024
Harley's St. Patrick day story.
On St. Patrick’s Day, Harley, the German Shorthaired Pointer (GSP), was running joyfully in a field, her green handkerchief fluttering in the wind. After a while, she lay down in a field of clovers, only to realize that her cherished handkerchief was missing.
With a heavy heart, she retraced her steps, searching for her lost item until the sun began to set. Feeling defeated, she started her journey home, a tear trickling down her eye. But just as her home came into view, her keen nose picked up a familiar scent.
Her tail wagged in excitement as she followed the scent and found her handkerchief caught on a branch. Overwhelmed with joy, she grabbed the fabric and trotted home. That night, tired but happy, Harley curled up in front of the fire, her beloved green handkerchief by her side.
Saturday, March 2, 2024
Harley's echo
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Thursday, February 29, 2024
Another great day
Jason @BeardedOverland www.beardedadv.blogspot.com
Friday, February 23, 2024
Playing with Ai
I asked Bing's AI to write me a story; the results were amazing! As a 'hobbyist' writer, it made me concerned about the capabilities of AI. I made a few changes to the format and added some personal touches to make it sound more like me. The title was not provided, so I named it 'The Long Night'.
In the heart of the Arizona desert, under a moonless night, a man named John set out on a backpacking trip with his loyal bird dog, Max. The vast expanse of the desert was eerily silent, save for the occasional rustle of the wind against the Joshua Trees and their tortured course trunks, and spikesd leaves.
As they ventured deeper into the desert, Max began to grow restless. His ears perked up, and he started growling at the darkness. John, feeling a chill run down his spine, decided to set up camp for the night. As the fire crackled and danced, casting long, monstrous shadows, John noticed Max's continuous unease. Suddenly, a bone-chilling howl echoed through the desert, causing Max to whimper and retreat behind John.
The howl was followed by an unnatural silence. Relaxing a bit, John had convinced himself that the howls and uneasiness of Max were from cayotes. He left the comfort of the fire and walked to the edge of the light, straining to see into the darkness beyond. Not seeing any movement John returned to the fire.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, John saw them - figures, barely visible, circling their camp. Their eyes glowed in the firelight, and they moved with an uncanny grace. Skinwalkers, John realized, his blood turning to ice.
The Skinwalkers, beings of Navajo legend, were said to be witches who could take the form of animals. They were known to terrorize those who crossed their path, and John knew he was in their territory now.
With his heart pounding, John grabbed a burning branch from the fire. He swung it around, the bright flames illuminating the grotesque faces of the skinwalkers. They hissed and retreated, but did not leave. They were toying with him, he realized, a predator playing with its prey.
Max, sensing his master's fear, sprang into action. He barked and growled, lunging at the skinwalkers. His bravery seemed to startle them, and for a moment, they backed away.
Seizing the opportunity, John picked up his backpack, took Max's leash, and ran. He ran until his lungs burned and his legs felt like lead. When he finally dared to look back, he saw nothing but the vast, empty desert.
John and Max spent the rest of the night huddled together, hidden in a small cave they found. As dawn broke, they emerged, weary but alive. The desert, once a place of beauty and solitude for John, now held a terrifying memory.
From that day forward, John never ventured into the desert at night, always remembering the glowing eyes of the skinwalkers in the firelight. And Max, his brave bird dog, remained his loyal companion, a beacon of courage in the face of terror.
Wednesday, February 14, 2024
What's happening today...
I was going to write a very interesting blog post today, about the origins and significance of Lent... I didn't. Till next time.
Tuesday, January 23, 2024
What's your favorite?
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Searchers find body of hunter reported missing in Wrangell-St. Elias National Park https://www.adn.com/alaska-news/2021/08/22/searchers-find...
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Search continues for hiker missing on Crow Pass Trail https://www.adn.com/alaska-news/anchorage/2021/09/25/searchers-trying-to-find-missing-...