Only the Lonely
I don’t know what to write anymore. Which is a real problem for a writer. It’s why I decided to do a photography project for August.
How do you write when you can’t tell people how you really feel?
Photography
Photo field trips and work to improve photography skills and expression
If Life and Work Was Easier, Would It Really Be Better?
I dream of the day I wake up and words pour freely out of my head, I suddenly grasp depth of field and know how to perfectly operate all the settings on my camera, and I ride my bike effortlessly up a hill of slippery snow and zig zag through trees without holding my breath.
Delight – Part II
I walked out of work the other day and immediately heard a clans-worth of crow calls. The sky and trees were black with them, circling like a cyclone of bees.
Busyness and Books
Last Friday, I took a post New Years vacation day and rode Luke in the morning. We had a good indoor arena ride, out of the wind and off the frozen, icy ground.
King of the Manure Heap
King of the manure heap
Queen that climbs
Princesses that tussle and spin
Woman who rides
Enough
I decide a photo is enough
Says it all really
I love this dog
This bite to the air