I’m pulling the photo album out of my granny-handbag. Finishing up the three-part ranch series with my favorite captures. I snapped these with the Nikon d700 and the 50mm fixed lens. I didn’t want to be bouncing around in the 4-wheeler with tons of equipment. Simple is best.
Sit with me on the loveseat, won’t you? ***grabbing your sleeve***
I know you’ll want to see these, honey.
Now…..drum roll, please….my favorite photo of the ranch trip. I like the starkness of it. Feels familiar and it feels like art to me. I call it hommage aO’Keefe. I think you’ll understand.
Oh….you have to go now??***unfurling my tightly-wrapped arm from around your shoulders***
Come back and visit real soon.***wet kiss***
Here’s hoping you always find the flattering light.
I need to quit watching/listening to the news. I can never unsee Geraldo Rivera’s preening selfie, the drama of Weiner’s wiener, and the over-publicized outcome of a very high-profile trial. Geez…..and it’s only Wednesday.
I need some eye/mind bleach.
Thanks to Sprout #1 filling my email inbox with these photos, I have the perfect mind-scrubbing solution.
Let’s see what the beasts in northern New Mexico have been up to, shall we?
Observing the rhythm of the animal kingdom here on the prairie never fails to inspire. Is that a spark of the divine I see in them? What sort of creator made these magnificent animals? Perhaps they point to the ‘keeper of the plains’.
I’m closing with this Rich Mullins‘ video. Rich was a Christian artist who passed away in a car accident in 1997. Such a loss….I still miss his heartfelt music. I think this song perfectly captures the majesty of the keeper of the plains. You won’t regret listening to it. Promise.
The prairies are calling out His name. Are we listening?
Can’t take credit for this blog post. Render all applause to the rancher/cowboy Sprout #1. Seems he placed a few motion-sensor cameras around the ranch in Union County, New Mexico. This ranch is nestled in northern Union County, near where New Mexico meets the Oklahoma Panhandle and southern Colorado.
The southern portion of the ranch is rolling grassland. As one travels north, the country roughens into cedar breaks.
The northern apex of the ranch is regally crowned with a colorful, wind-swept canyon. It conjures Louis L’Amour, Zane Grey and Larry McMurtry novels for me. Fancy myself freely galloping horseback with my handsome cowboy sidekick (Robert Duvall) riding into the crimson sunset.
This portion of New Mexico is in severe drought. Worst we’ve ever seen. Therefore, the watering holes are popular hang-outs for wildlife. A veritable Studio 54. Watch closely….you might spot Bianca Jagger or Biebs. Will you have to bribe the bouncer to gain entry?
Is this the same animal? Who knows?
The elk shed antlers every year. Sprout #1 has picked up some huge antler sheds.
Sprout #1 spent plenty of hours this winter doggedly tracking the big cats-mountain lion. He saw a few, but never got a shot off.
We’re always hearing of ‘bear and rumors of bear’ around the ranch.
Makes me remember the time Sprout #2 and I bravely camped out with the cowboy crew during branding time. The ranch foreman told me they spotted a bear near the campground. We slept (uneasily) with a loaded 9mm in our flimsy, two-person pup tent.
We provide the wildlife with the most modern, convenient amenities.
Had the bear realized he was being filmed, he would’ve worn a swimsuit. Modesty demands it.