Last year only foals, now they are yearlings -- very curious but still a bit shy.
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Little Ones Are Growing Up!
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Friday, December 27, 2019
Coming Into the Light
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Labels: Arizona, Cochise County, Dos Cabezas, high desert, mountains
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
Rainy High Desert Christmas Eve Day
This is our view from the back porch today. I enhanced the color (increased saturation) to highlight the contrast of red hackberry fruit against green mesquite leaves.
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Labels: Christmas Eve, color, high desert, holidays, mountains., rain, trees
Monday, December 23, 2019
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Labels: Arizona, Dos Cabezas, skies, trees
Sunday, December 15, 2019
Experiments with Low and Challenging Light Situations
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Labels: holiday lights, night, sunset
Friday, December 13, 2019
Ready to Welcome You, I'm sure
Volunteers work hard. I'm sure this cowboy earned his little nap in the sun and was ready to jump up and say "Howdy!" the minute someone came in the museum door.
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Labels: small towns, volunteers
Tuesday, December 10, 2019
Our Continuing Beautiful Road
Rain on U.S. 54 Corona, NM, to Tularosa did not dim for us the beauty of mountains and plains, and absence of traffic added to our breathing space.
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Labels: New Mexico, travel, two-lane
Saturday, December 7, 2019
A Tree That Loves Water
Missouri, at least the way we crossed it (south and west from Hannibal), is a watery state. Almost every piece of country property has at least one pond, often more, and the land is criss-crossed by rivers and creeks. Flooding along the legendary Missouri River was stunning and eerily beautiful (as unusual and frightening scenes can be), but I was driving then and could not photograph the scenes. The Artist and I were constantly aware, however, of impressive trees in the landscape, and I couldn't help snapping while he drove (above). Seeing the many sycamores across Missouri and southern Kansas, my mind leapt ahead in anticipation to sycamores along creeks near Chiricahua National Monument in Cochise County, Arizona. Striking bone-white against blue sky, giant sycamores are a sure sign of water, and when we detoured off our two-lane highway onto an unpaved road to get out of the car for a walk, we found the sycamore below with its feet in a creek.
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Friday, December 6, 2019
The Road, the Road, the Open Road!
Wednesday, December 4, 2019
Last Year's Tree
We drove the same long, diagonal two-lane road this year that we traveled last year, and, once again, the prairie's dominant daytime colors were dun, brown, and black. Not a cloud in the sky. And this year no sparkling frost. But once again, after the sun went down below the horizon, the prairie played its ace in the hole, silhouettes, and I recognized several individual trees along the way from last year -- and so, searched out this old photo, as I was at the wheel yesterday and could not be driver and photographer simultaneously. Imagine the tree drawn in blackest ink, every branch faithfully reproduced and presented against a surreal watercolor sky whose rainbow hues fade imperceptibly and seamlessly into one another. I called last year's Books in Northport post "Its Own Kind of Beauty." Other than trees, the prairie offers stark groupings of farm buildings, clean geometrical shapes connected by elaborate systems of chutes and pipes. Farmhouses themselves are often surrounded by sheltering evergreens planted long ago. But it is the lone trees along the highway that speak to me most clearly of beauty, and "I think that I have never seen" a tree until I see it against the evening prairie sky.
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Labels: farms, highways, Illinois, photographs, prairie, silhouettes, travel, trees, two-lane
Monday, December 2, 2019
The Michigan Road Less Traveled
Who wants to fight expressway traffic at 80 miles an hour when Michigan's beauty is so much more richly enjoyed on two-lane blacktop? We drove from Northport to south of Newaygo on Monday, sailing through a magic, sparkling corridor of wonder. We couldn't stop exclaiming, and I couldn't stop lifting my camera to the car windows.
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