A Cow Horse I Once Knew

He seemed to think it was part of his big-sky-cow-horse persona to buck; even at his ripe old age of 26

Hand Made History

A quilt made by my mother’s mother. It’s hand pieced, hand quilted, and hand worn. My mother’s mother saw the beauty in the old shirts, aprons, and curtains no longer useful in their original form, and re-imagined them into something vibrant and lively. I never knew my mother’s mother, but I’ve seen some of her…

Old Farmall Still Farming

My mother’s father was a farmer. My mother  couldn’t wait to get off the farm and experience the city lights. She says I got the farmer gene, which often skips a generation. This old tractor still runs, and we use it to cut hay. It’s a simple machine. When I drive it I feel the…

Spring Snow Sepia

As I drove out of the ranch this morning I couldn’t help but stop and take a few quick shots. Last night’s wet snow clung to every twig, leaf, wire, and hair. It was overcast and the morning light under these conditions is mesmerizing. The colors are muted and softened. There’s an almost-sepia affect on…

Yes, Wyoming is Desolate

Sometimes I’m a little miffed at the way people describe Wyoming. Words like barren, desolate, and god-forsaken have been used. I recently read a best seller where the protagonist walks through Wyoming and dismisses it with a few sentences as ugly and trashy. The author then goes on to spend pages and pages describing a…

Up to the Task

He’s been enjoying the faux spring of Wyoming: day time temperatures in the 50’s, the grass is turning  green, and the robins are singing. He’s feeling the sun on his hide. He’s feeling the green grass. A renewed, jaunty zing in his step. A renewed sense of energy and power. He’s no “dead head.” He’s…

Rookie Photographer

After having my DSLR camera for more than a year, I’ve decided it’s time to delve into its finer capabilities, ie, quit using all the auto features. I used to do a pretty ok job back in the day before digital, setting my own aperture and shutter speed, but it’s been awhile and digital has…

Real Food

I didn’t actually know there’s such a thing as a “real food” movement. It’s just a term I use for homegrown food or food I know is free of processing. You know, food where the ingredient label isn’t 100 items long. I don’t consider myself a homesteader, but living on a ranch, it just seems…