Baked Through

Neck And Neck

Fort Fetterman

Near Sheridan, Wyoming.  Beautiful country for photographers; boring for active soldiers.

The Marlboro Man

How Can You Not Love That Face? :)

Becoming Beans

Is This Spot Taken?

Jewel Box

Amazing colors; less-than-amazing personality.  I was tolerated by one of these once.  He appeared one day in the pine windbreak, and kept his distance for a few days.  But after he discovered the cat food he quickly decided to grace us with his presence.  I never did get him to eat out of my hand, and he was even picky about the cat food.  He'd only eat one color of the three. And wouldn't touch the commercial bird feed we got him unless he was especially hungry and those pesky cats had somehow consumed the good stuff.  Then he pecked angrily at the bird food and gave me disgusted looks from a black eye as hard as obsidian.

He liked to perch above the ground but not too high.  The pickup truck was just right, and he made an amazing-looking hood ornament.  But we had to hose off the hood every time we wanted to drive it.  He'd poop with the most regal look on his face, then walk away and drag his long tail feathers through it.  Kinda killed any storybook image of elegance.

It was not really an occasion for sadness when he finally tired of calling for a mate among the cats.  He moved up the road a couple miles, and we could coil up the hose and leave it unused for weeks at a time.  So long, Spot, and best of luck to you.  Don't come back.

Little Farm Of Horrors

Remember the horror/comedy/musical Little Shop Of Horrors, in which a talking carnivorous plant convinces his totally-out-of-his-depth friend to feed him human blood?  ("Feeeeed me, Seymour!")

Farming can be like that sometimes, demanding complete loyalty until it consumes it's human acolytes.

First Day of Summer

Little boys and fishing poles - isn't that the sign that school's out and summer can begin?

Before The Thunder Started

Enter At Your Own Risk

The Heart Land

Some people call this fly-over country.  I do, myself - and worse! - when the heat and humidity of summer make it unbearable.  But on a clear day when the planets (and clouds) align, it's the visual equal of any of the more traditionally beautiful locales.  On days like this travelers viewing the rectangular patterns from above are the poorer for the speed of their journey.

"How's things?" "Good. And you?"

Fossils Of The Industrial Age