Some photos need to be in color; others need to be black and white; some can be both. This photo of Biddy, our oldest and most regal sheep, wants to be in black and white.
I see Biddy staring at me in frustration; she’s had enough of winter and wants to be eating fresh grass; she can already smell it coming up. She goes into the back pasture every morning and tries to graze, but there is nothing there yet, but a sense of Spring in the light.
She comes up to me and stares in my camera lens, and I hear her saying to me, “come on, mister, bring on, Spring. Don’t just prance around with your precious camera. Do your job!”
I can’t help her, but I did reassure her that Spring is coming.
Jon, i often wondered what the horses of the Plains Indians ate in the winter – the severe winter of the PLAINS – most of them starved and the few that survived ate bark from the cottonwood trees. That’s all they had.
I read that many of them migrated to greener spaces in the winter…in the early days of the plains, there were plenty of places to go.