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stretching
stretching . . . across the skyline a demure hoot
frisbee
chasing frisbees . . . the humidity of his breath
spring
early spring; the rainbow pours through morning
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2011
God Bless everyone and may the New Year be the happiest one ever! It isn’t the challenges that define us; it’s how we handle them that does! Embrace the New Year! Embrace yourselves, embrace each other … and lets go … Continue reading
Blackbirds
In stillness, without moving a muscle, the scarecrow watches over the crops. These odd and scary looking creatures were all over Colorado and Wyoming when I was a kid. And, I’m sure that I was more scared of them than … Continue reading
Lazy Evening
Reading a couple of good books and sitting by the fireplace became the evening’s adventure. The wind is howling a bit. It’s pretty dang cold out, too. Thank goodness for drapes, warm stuff to drink and a fireplace. The “green … Continue reading
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Wyoming Days
When we moved to Wyoming, we needed a place to stay for awhile until we could get our house. My grandfather was a cowboy-cattleman and owned a massive ranch. The main house was really cool with a large front porch … Continue reading
Tech Stuff
working on the railway – zip drive I find it very fascinating how modern technology has effected our daily lives. From cell phones to computers and more, we engross ourselves with the tech realm. The other day I saw a … Continue reading
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blue sky
Today is one of those really gray, dreary days. A sea of gloom hovers the mountains and community. The trees are swaying in the wind and the birds are huddled in the corners of things. No rain. Just wind and … Continue reading
First Powder
When I used to live in Wyoming, it wasn’t uncommon for there to be a complete “white-out”. Soon, the ground, the trees … everything … became a continuum of white. In fact, if you stood out there very long, you’d … Continue reading
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