There is nothing as pleasant, No nothing at all, than to sit and be quiet in the still of the fall. To sit, to be quiet and maybe just draw, is what I like to do in the still of the fall. The words, they fall silent, as good words should be, taking their cue…
Let’s try this again, shall we? My fingers got ahead of my brain yesterday and some of you darling readers were delivered an almost blank post. I’m sorry about that. Here we go. Again. Meanwhile, back in Texas, there was a scarecrow trail. We went. And walked. And it was 5:00 in the afternoon. The…
Here is the end, as promised, of the two plus weeks I’ve bombarded your feed and e-mail with elk camp pictures and stories. After today, there will only be cute chipmunk pictures and everything shall go back to normal for awhile. Wyoming Barn. Any of you who would like purchase this as a gift for my…
A few days ago I shared the travel pictures taken en route to elk camp. Well, we finally arrived. My sister, Rita, her boyfriend, Jason and their dog Atlas, joined us a few days later as well as some friends from Tennessee. I’ll not bore you with the details, such as 3 days of rain, Rita getting…
Having been in the wilderness for over a week, I had lost track of the days. Realizing on my evening hunt that it was, in fact, Wednesday, I began snapping pictures from my perch. Here is what I saw. This is the view to my left, see my shadow? View to my right……. And behind…
On our pilgrimage out west we passed through the Land of Enchantment (New Mexico), Colorful Colorado, the Sooner State (Oklahoma), our destination, the Cowboy State (Wyoming). And of course, we began in the Lone Star State, Texas herself. Here my husband and I are, heading out. I may be the only elk hunter in history to…
West Texas sunrises are difficult to compete with, at least that is what I thought. Then I saw this Wyoming sunrise, as seen from my sisters front yard. The colors just kept getting more and more intense as the sun made it’s climb. Now, I’m not sure who the Best Sunrise award goes to. I…
My last walk of September was, as you may recall, taken in Wyoming. Our annual elk hunting trip hit the Cowboy State this year, thanks to careful planning and the luck of the draw. I’ll touch more on our 2 week adventure later this week but for now I’d like to share the photos I…
Substitute. Substitute is a word I can not spell. It is one of those words I can barely get close enough to spelling correctly that my computer is able to decipher my meaning. But that is neither here nor there. As you read this I will be a good 30 miles from internet connections, cell phone service or…
I grew up with a lot of cousins. And there for several years I was the baby, which, loosely interpreted, translates to ‘tortured one’. Also excluded. Picked on. Left alone in the dark, in the hay bales. “Hide” they said. “We’ll come find you” they said. “Be quiet and still” they said. I walked back to my…
The Wicked Chicken 