Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Back in the day...
26 horses pulling a wheat harvesting combine on our family farm, 1906, Homesteaded in 1877, Whitman county, Washington, USA.
Monday, June 24, 2013
Have a...
...cuppa, you'll soon be out of here and the air will be free and clear and the mountains will rise up to greet you, the crowds will be behind you. God bless Colorado.
Dark Mountain
Dark mountain, dark mountain. Forgive my trespass, I'll go lower now.
Or maybe I'll wait just a bit longer and see what happens.
Beware the Plains
The High Plains make me humble -- and careful -- there is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Cling to the earth, seek the low spots (but not a dry wash) and hope the wind and lightning won't be too bad. Oh, and don't forget the probable hail.
Damn, I love it out here, I surely do.
Loathe to Leave
High snow pack grudgingly yields way to spring and regrowth of the tough, wiry tundra plants; they stake their claim to life and the snow sneaks higher, trying to pretend it's not happening.
Think I'll camp here tonight, looks like a fine spot.
Cycle of Life
High meadows, grazing sheep and a gathering storm; what, oh what, shall we read into this.
Life goes on. People and animals die, new ones are born... the storm passes.
Dante's Dream
...and which circle of Hell might this be, or is it just the desert?
Which ever, it so is beautiful. So happy I'm able to be out here.
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