For years now, I’ve been taking afternoon walks around the farm, but things are different now. I seem to have a shadow. Zinnia often follows me, but now Zip follows me closely; he seems drawn to picture-taking.

It’s cold, and I’m tired and down today. I’m not sure why I am in such a foul mood, it might be that my much loved primary care nurse is leaving the practice, or it might be a visit from the Black Dog.

It’s also a black day; the sun sinks quickly in the late afternoon.

I’m going to be with another doctor.

Either way, I’m not in any mood to write right now. Those gloomy moments are rare, but they occur. I will read, meditate, listen to music, talk to Maria, and rest.

These are the photos I just took with my Leica.

I’m taking the evening off. I’ll put up a color and light flower, that might help. See you tomorrow.

(Feature photo by Maria)

 

Maria walked up from the rear pasture with the dogs. Bud doesn’t get to go on these walks; he takes off after anything that movies.

It is a very cold day, and the farm is shrouded in an icy mist. Warmer weather tomorrow.

Asher and the sheep are hungry; all the good grass is gone, but the good hay is here.

My Raven lives in the Apple tree and looks out over the pasture. The farm is full of symbols.