... When the marshy meadows glimmer With a misty, purple shimmer, And the twilight flush is changing into shade; When the firefly lamps are burning And the dusk to dark is turning,-- Then the bullfrogs chant their evening serenade ... ~Joseph Crosby Lincoln
country road
Curiosity
Among the blackberry blossoms
“You’ve got to go out on a limb sometimes because that’s where the fruit is.” ~Will Rogers
Golden sunset
Home sweet home
Storm off to the north
“I love the smell of rain and growing things.” ~Serina Hernandez
A cow and her calf
Thoughts on vultures
Vultures are fascinating birds. On the ground, their wrinkled, featherless heads, grayish white legs and large, flat feet give them quite an awkward and uncomely appearance.
But in the air, they are absolutely stunning birds as they circle majestically over the farm fields, riding the thermals and looking for food. They soar and glide with elegance and style. It’s hard to reconcile the fact that such an inelegant looking bird on the ground could look so graceful in the air.
“Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.” ~Francis Bacon
Sensing danger
Sun going down, Moon coming up
On our walk last night we watched the warm sun sinking in the western sky as the full moon climbed slowly above the newly tilled farm fields to the east. Both were stunning sights.
“We live on a blue planet that circles around a ball of fire next to a moon that moves the sea, and you don’t believe in miracles?” ~Unknown



















