Party 'til the cows come home! And drink milk! : )
Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Home For The Holidays
Security. Warmth. Belonging. Acceptance. Love. Aren't all of these contained in the idea of "home"? Here's hoping we all find our home, our deepest connections of the heart, this Christmas.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Peace On Earth
I love this sheltered little birch branch supporting the recent snow. Frequently our snow is horizontal in the Midwest; not like the "real" West, of course, but not for wimps, either. So it's necessary that another tree take the brunt of the wind for the one behind it to "blossom". I'd draw some deep philosophical comparison to the human condition but you've done that in your mind already.
And then . . . you know how it is: it's an artist's prerogative - no, her duty! - to never leave well enough alone. So I added a border from a William Morris silk tapestry, and a drop shadow to make the photo stand out. Always messing with nature, that's me! With amazement, wonder, and gratitude.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
Is It Just Me?
Or do you see a reindeer wearing snow boots??? It pleases me to see pictures in the ice on the window after our first blizzard. It's a balmy 17 degrees with a stiff wind still blowing. The power is still on, thankfully, and it's a beautiful day to be inside looking out!
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Fleeing From Winter
I'm posting this in the midst of our first winter blizzard, hoping the power stays on long enough for me to do so. My usually adequate windows are rattling and horizontal snow grasps the side of branches and fences that were saturated from the preceding rain. It's way too wild to get out and take pictures. So here's one I've been saving for this moment.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Ready Or Not
It's coming. Winter. Some people are filled with excitement, others with dread. There just doesn't seem to be a middle ground: you either love it or hate it. I used to love it but this year can't make up my mind. I'm inclined toward welcoming it. But the hesitation worries me: does this mean I'm growing older mentally as well as physically? What a horrifying thought.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Oak Antlers
Who knew oak trees had antlers?! And no, I didn't have anything better to do . . .
Friday, December 14, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
The Test of Time
One of a few remaining round barns, lovingly preserved at Johnson's Sauk Trail Park near Kewanee, Illinois. It makes me tired just to imagine all the cutting and fitting involved. But it's a treasure and I'm thankful it wasn't replaced by the rectangular ugliness of sheet metal.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Expecting Tom Bombadil
Hi, Friends! A warm greeting and sincere apology to all, er, both of you. I've been so lax about posting and feel bad about it. The strange thing is that there have been no major events to stop me; just a bunch of little bits of 'life' that added up to putting my photography last on the priority list. It's made me a very grumpy camper. Expressing myself in pictures is just part of my make-up, like the color of my eyes. So I've been only partly alive these past few months.
Anyway, I'm making a commitment to myself, primarily, although you sweet people are in my thoughts as well. From now on I'll be posting a picture a day, every day. I've been playing with Photoshop Elements and getting better at it, so there will be some manipulated pictures as well. As I see it, it's the glory of nature seen though my personal, quirky style, as it always has been, of course. I just now have more toys to play with!
Play is good. Appreciation for our world is vital. I hope you'll come along for the joy of it.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Irresistible Attraction
to the shapes and colors of the Pryor Mountains, which sweep across the border from northern Wyoming to southern Montana.
Local Color
A wild mustang. You can tell them from other horses by their compact form, a black stripe down their spine, and the zebra-like stripes on their legs. Two hundred years of surviving in the wild produced a small sturdy horse perfectly suited to its desert home.
That Expansive Feeling
The broad spacious plateau on top of the Big Horn Mountains lets you feel on top of the world without climbing gear.
I Wish The Word Awesome Weren't So Overused
Places like Shell Canyon are so impressively beautiful that it seems fitting to stop and appreciate it properly. You can drive through this narrow gorge and up to the top of the mountains in a few minutes. But . . . why would you?
Cow Dog
I thought it was a herding dog frisking across the hills on the other side of the valley, but when I looked through my telephoto lens I saw it was actually a long-haired cow! What an amazing thing!
Cool Clear Water
Cold running water at the top of the world, the Big Horn Mountains in northeastern Wyoming.
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