Saturday, November 21, 2009
tj- clean, cook and feed the critters and do math. Repeat, repeat, repeat...
eric- run around with a love struck look in your eyes. Repeat, repeat, repeat...
all together now- enjoy the wind and rain and mists that swirl. Repeat, repeat, repeat...
Monday, November 9, 2009
Buckeyes now barren form stilllife on rounded hill,
the green of the grass seems almost from another time, another day when flowers come.
Afternoon sun makes it's prescence known. Boldly. Shadows dark and steep scramble, colors scream to stay a little longer.
While the last of fall's bounty and vibrancy is gathered-
And then savored under a cover of night.
Monday, November 2, 2009
After grooming all the Brombies, we pick a few, saddle up and take off. A beautiful sunny, now cloudy, now mysterious kind of day.
Off the road now we head up a draw. The quiet fall surrounds us. No wind noise here. The earth smells rich and musty. We are quiet. A silhouette shot. Wait is that princess Pocahontas or is she just waving her hand around in the air? Perhaps she has a bee in her bonnet. Along the ridge we had a dramatic change in climate with wind blowing and the fog flowing. Jo decided to try and fly, I think. Donkeys in the mist. Macho ain't named "macho' for nothin. He tried to work his moves on us, but we weren't having it, I tell ya. Evening came quick and we headed back. Another beautiful ride in paradise. Of course, you aren't really done until the fat lady sings. Or perhaps the skinny lady! Sequoyah wasn't quite sure he liked the song, but he did wait around to listen.
(Post Script: Isn't it pathetic that I have ended so many posts this way?)