23 September 2010

I'm Hot, but what is NEXT??

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The Split

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Taking the Single

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Kathy and Sal at the Pen

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Headed to the Post

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07 September 2010

End of Days


This is the view I have during last walkies with the dogs. I am somewhat obsessive about the sun and the sky as most of my life is driven by the sun and the weather. I take photos nearly every night of the sunset, they are so amazing here! By the by, no color correction here, this is straight off the sd card...nice, huh?


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Oh Deer!

Imagine my surprise when I walked onto my porch tongith to discover some new 'sheep' in the pasture.



Total there were 3 fawn, two doe and a nice sized buck. Just a family out for dinner with the neighbors!
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Happy Maddi!



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Hey Wait!

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What's over There?

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Happy Otter Dog...

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05 September 2010

Happy Love

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Focus

A Cowboy's Prayer

by Badger Clark

O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow.
I love creation better as it stood
That day You finished it so long ago
And looked upon Your work and called it good.
I know that others find You in the light
That's sifted down through tinted window panes,
And yet I seem to feel You near tonight
In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains.

I thank You, Lord, that I am placed so well,
That You have made my freedon so complete;
That I'm no slave of whistle, clock, or bell,
Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street.
Just let me live my life as I've begun
And give me work that's open to the sky;
Make me a partner of the wind and sun,
And I won't ask a life that's soft or high.

Let me be easy on the man that's down;
Let me be square and generous with all.
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town,
But never let 'em say I'm mean or small!
Make me as big and open as the plains,
As honest as the hoss between my knees,
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains,
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze!

Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget.
You know about the reasons that are hid.
You understand the things that gall and fret;
You know me better that my mother did.
Just keep an eye on all that's done and said
And right me, sometimes, when I turn aside,
And guide me on the long, dim, trail ahead
That stretches upward toward the Great Divide." 


Victory Farm: Bandit

Victory Farm: Bandit