I felt the creative spark this afternoon, and grabbed my Canon and my big lens and headed out to the flats, through Argyle and my town, Hebron, and I answered the call. And I was a happy man, drunk on light and love and gratitude for being alive in this gorgeous and challenging world. And the light and colors of the world heard me, sensed me, knew I was coming. And the horses came out to wait for me, as in a parade, and the barn cats, and the cows, and the mailboxes and deep red beauty of the barns, all waiting for me, in pastures, on hills, by roadsides,  nodding to me, connecting with me, calling out my name.  I knew they would be there. I felt it. Hey, they said, we are waiting for you. Where have you been? Come see the light.

And how I wish I could tell you of the joy in my heart, as I raced from place to place, jumped in and out of my car, was rewarded a hundred times for my faith, my  beating heart, my happiness at having another day to live my life and send my messages out into the world. And waiting for me at home, my heart. Life is nothing but good. I’m putting up an album on my Facebook Page.

It was cold, and the barn cats came out to take in the afternoon sun, and greet me. My world.