I’m planning on doing some photo journals every day, a new thing.
I will need at least four engaging, revealing, or good photos to share about my day and life. The blog is not a newspaper, not a conventional book. It is a living memoir, a revolutionary kind of memoir, for good or bad, a new kind of book I think. It is the living, moving, evolving story of a life, good or bad, but hopefully, fully lived.
As I promised, you get the good me and the bad me, but you always get the real one. Pictures and words both tell my stories.
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Here goes. The first photo (above) is of Maria sitting in the image; the picture captures her soul. Every day, she sits in the pasture and soaks up the world around her, inside and outside of her head.
Donkeys have the most amazing eyes, deep and soulful, and bottomless. This shot is of Fanny pleading with me, as she does daily, for an alfalfa block to chew on. She got her way, as usual. I cannot resist these eyes.
I wasn’t looking for a big sky photo today, I wanted to give Montana a break, they are eating their hearts out, but as I drove by, the sky seemed to sweep over me and envelop me.
I’ve had a lot of sweet dogs and great dogs, but only two Love Dogs, Lenore, and Zinnia, both Labs, and both all about love. Labs are one of the two breeds I most love (the other, of course, is border collies.) Zinnia spreads love and smiles and joy wherever she goes. Border collies are more complex. Their true passion is always work and the people who bring them to it.
That’s my photo journal for today, tomorrow; I have to go to Saratoga to have my foot checked over; it feels fully healed to me. I might pick up some photos on the way. I don’t force it, it happens or not. Thanks for taking a look.
Jon…
Big Sky: Better Described in Pictures than Words.
Living in North Central Texas, I remember those spectacular “big sky” views. But I can’t explain what made them “big sky.”
Those “cloud shows” appeared most often when looking towards horizons above flatlands and open fields. Usually, the air was dry. I didn’t encounter them in Florida or coastal Texas. So, I wonder if both the terrain and atmosphere played roles.
The big sky clouds most often seen were Cirrus, frequently on dry, windy days. These feathery ice crystal clouds formed high in the atmosphere, and seldom produced rain on the ground. Their sparse presence usually indicated fair weather.
Most vivid was, when approaching Dallas from the rural south, the skyline would emerge first as a speck, and then grow to occupy a presence at the base of the big sky.
Jon, I am loving your ‘big sky’ pictures. This one crossed into ‘massive sky’ territory 🙂 Lovely.
Thanks, Sharon…