This is my second photo journal day, a new way to organize some of the photos I’m taking, what they mean to me, and show the progress I am making (and the struggles) openly.

It’s also a window into my life, which is what the blog is really about.

The first photo is, ironically, not mine but Maria’s. Her selfie campaign with the animals is what the doctor ordered these days, and I couldn’t resist putting it up. She and the White Hen, the old one, share a moment.

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My humble big sky is just getting more significant and more emotional. This one was taken on the edge of town, above a vast cornfield. I took a deep breath when I saw it.

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This photo of the proud Liam touched me, our lamb, humbled by his shearing, lying on his back helpless.

I couldn’t get over the feeling he was asking me for help.

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The succulent and air plants have been bringing life to our windowsills and our farm all winter.

Soon, some color and light will survive, and many of these plants will spend the summer outside. They will return in the fall.

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If there is any ghost on the farm, I’d say it was in this mirror hanging on the barn wall. Every time I come into the barn, I see a different image there, and since the barn sliding door is usually closed when I come in, I can’t account for it. But I can keep photographing it.

Thanks for reading my Photo Journal. I love doing it. I don’t think the weather will permit me to do it every day, but I will do it as often as is possible.

It tells its own story.