Butterflies are free

Mrs. Wolves likes to wander the wilderness, or at least our local version of it, searching for things to take pictures of. Like butterflies. Like this oen:

She told me what kind of butterfly this is, but I forgot:

But it is a purdy butterfly:

Is it not?

Ansel Adams, eat your heart out.

Mrs. Wolves takes pictures. They usually are pretty good. She likes artistic shots. Like this one of a snowy and icy field:

Most of those footprints are probably mine, Mrs. Wolves' and Jeb the Wonder Dog's. She also likes snow and clouds:

Nice sunshine effect. Anyway, depending upon who you listen to, we could get 10 inches of snow tonight and tomorrow, or we could get 2. The guy who has been more accurate says 10. Right now it is raining/sleeting, waiting to turn over to snow. We'll see. I'm sure either way there will be pictures.

Mrs. Wolves digs sunsets

I mean, who doesn't, right? But she really digs sunsets. And she takes pictures of them. A lot. Not as much as she takes pictures of the kit-tays, but a lot. And she gets great pictures of some pretty good sunsets. Like this one:

A slightly different view of the same sunset:

Taken shortly after last week's snowstorm, obviously.

It's a pretty picture

Like I said, sometimes Mrs. Wolves takes pictures and sends them to me. Sometimes I put them on the blog, sometimes I sleep on the lawn. Sleeping indoors tonight:

She likes clouds. And God's fingers. Me, too.

Food porn feedback

Incidentally, if anyone ever tries one of the food porn recipes, I would love to hear back from you as to how it turned out. You could even send your own food porn pictures to raised.by.a.wolf@gmail.com and I would post them. If you care. Who knew this was a food blog. I promise to get back to boring you with the world of contract attorneys just as soon as I can.