Photo Journal: It’s a tradeoff. Beautiful light in exchange for bright sun and a beautiful sky. A photographer’s dream.
Zip joins Maria in the morning feed. He likes to check in on the White Hen and his buddy sheep and donkeys.
Our small apple tree in the pasture, I love this image.
When I get ready to go outside every morning, Zip appears in the doorway to talk me out to the pasture. He hears me getting dressed or putting boots on. He’s out hunting now, in the very cold marsh. I like the escort. Zip adapts to change.
A twig fell off a tree, and many birds came to see it from the snow track. I can’t imagine what goes on at night.
Zinnia goes what she loves best—nibbling on the manure. Labs. I kept my mouth shut.
The snow and ice on the ground have hardened, making walking nearly impossible. I stick to one trail.
A March sun is here early. It’s bitterly cold, but the son is getting stronger, and the animals are soaking it up.
I can’t resist an outdoor still life. A warm shower feels perfect.
Even Maria is feeling this arctic cold. I could only be out for four or five minutes, and she says she can’t
