Now these are classic cars!

I spotted a couple of very old cars parked on Whiskey Row in Prescott today. I had to stop and snap some photos. You might notice a couple of very hairy passengers.

Upon closer examination, I found a black and a white dog, guarding the car while their masters stopped for lunch.

The car above is identified as a 1911 Ford Torpedo. Not sure about the one below.

Except to note that its license plate identified it as a Horseless Carriage.

I spoke briefly with the owners of the autos. They are both from Phoenix and had been making a tour of the northern part of the state.
. As fun as they are to look at, I can't imagine driving them for long distances at a time.

Kinda yellow

The colors of the leaves continue to change here.

Just after I posted this I happened to read Sadira's blog on her trip up north to see the colors. Obviously she got there at the right time, a couple of weeks after I was there, and she got more color than I did.

Cars, cars, cars

A weekend "sell it yourself" car lot has opened in Prescott Valley. All you have to do is bring your car to the lot and either stay or leave a telephone number where you can be reached. I went to check it out and discovered some dandies, like this Mini Cooper.

There were some old-timers there, too, like this '61 Mercury Comet.

Even more ancient, this Oldsmobile, with wooden spokes on the wheels.

But the prize, in my eyes, wasn't parked yet but the owner told me it would be there next weekend. It was a completely restored 1936 Ford convertible.

Sweet!

Don't bug me!

Around the neighborhood

As I was out buying a newspaper this morning, I came across a covey of Gambrel Quail. As I have learned, one of the males always seeks out a high spot to keep track of any danger and if he spots one (cat) to sound the alarm to the rest of the group. This guy was no exception and I snapped a picture through my car window. Sorry about those power lines.

We have new neighbors in the other half of our duplex. We knew they had a German shepherd dog but it appears they also have a little black cat. He's taken to visiting but he's still nervous about me.

Smoke, of course, (shot through a screen door) still wants everyone to know how regal he is.

A little color

Following my disappointing trip north last week looking for color as leaves change on the trees, I found I didn't have to go that far. Here are some photos I shot yesterday in Prescott . . a mere 8 miles away from my home.

It's a weary, bleary Christmas

I never in a million years would have predicted this: a brand new Christmas album.

By Bob Dylan!

SWMBO and I listened to excerpts from it and I said he sounds like a cross between Arlo Guthrie and Dr. John. SWMBO said she was thinking of Leon Redbone.

About the kindest thing one can say is . . . well, that's Dylan . . . always unpredictable!