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…

Medicine Wheel, Bighorn Mountains

I visited this well known landmark many years ago.  At that time the  chain link and barbed wire enclosure resulted in an unwelcoming experience.  Everything about the old enclosure seemed to yell “stay out!” I’m glad we took the time to revisit the site on a recent trip to the area. In 1996 the Bighorn…

Western Lights

A few snapshots one evening of truly fantastic lighting. I only wish the photos could convey the feeling one gets when surrounded by this kind of light. It’s surreal.

Gotta Be Tough

Spring time in Wyoming is defined by rapid changes in weather. The sun may shine, or it might rain or snow, or rain AND snow, all in the same day. Wet spring snows usually melt quickly into the warming ground. They may be inconvenient, but it’s good to know the earth is getting watered after…

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…

Curlleaf Mountain Mahogany: Witness of the Ages

And so it begins. A little snow melt running down a crack in the rock, a little pooling here and there, and when all the pieces of the puzzle fit together, a native shrub germinates in a sea of rock. It’s not hard to imagine why this green plant is attractive forage for big game…

Unseen Wildlife

I often see the evidence of wildlife which have passed through. I always feel a little bit embarrassed, as if I was late to some special occasion. Those elk tracks are from yesterday and I’m a day late. That bobcat was on a hunt last night, but I was sleeping. If only I’d walked through…

No Roadrunners Here

We had a wet spring in 2015 which resulted in a bumper crop of rabbits and mice. The coyotes are now reaping the benefits. This coyote was pretty intent on running away from me until he caught a whiff of dinner. He couldn’t ignore it.