Posts Tagged ‘Wyoming’

Fuzzy Friday

Posted: September 3, 2021 in Nature
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also for Cee’s CMMC – September Close Up or Macro

If you’re a mathaphobe, you’ll be sad to know that geometry is everywhere in nature. 🙂 But as the Scots might say, “Dinna fash”, there’ll be no test. Just enjoy.

Ah, water drops!

This is my sort of abandoned home.

In the second week, the smoke cleared, allowing us the usual views with the usual clarity. Although riding is for me one of the main draws, I also love the mountains and time to relax without house chores hanging over my head. Let’s face it. When you’re at home, if you take time off, you almost always could be doing something more “worthwhile.” But when I’m at the cabin, even though there are things to do, there’s still plenty of time to sit on the porch, reading, sipping tea, thinking, a/o just relaxing and looking. “Just looking” is well worth it, as you can see.

My husband had a red metal Coleman cooler before we met that’s still going strong. You’ve heard of some men being called “babe magnets?” That cooler is a hummingbird magnet, also functioning perfectly as the perfect place to set my mug of tea (although it’s impossible to grab a photo when a hummingbird is 8″ from your nose, something that’s happened to me more than once! It’s quite a noisy and cool experience.

Reminder to self: don’t forget to take the Nikon with telephoto outside and set it on the cooler table because you never know what sort of animals or birds might come into view. Out here, these little guys are cute; in my garden, when I had one in the Midwest, they fell into the category of pest! It’s hilarious to see them racing around the front “yard” on these logs that serve as basic fences to keep the horses out or to see several of the small squirrels in this area chasing each other at lightning speed on the same logs while chittering loudly.

Late every afternoon the horses are taken out to pasture to spend the night and if it’s Thursday, their day off, the entire day. But at some point they’re let out in and around the cabins. Eventually they tend to drift toward the area in front of our cabin. It can also be disconcerting during the night to wake to horse noise right on the other side of your cabin wall!

Walking. It’s what I do. But I’m not the only one walking as you’ll see from my responses to Amy’s challenge to “Keep Walking.” Here are three states of walking…or walking in three states.

Walking on tiptoe in Arizona…

Walking warily with your mouth full in Illinois…

And how we (that would be the royal “we) walk in Wyoming (with the sounds of a running stream for accompaniment)…

Trust me, even though I’m not doing the walking in that video, it’s not easy to keep get my phone out of my waist pack, get it ready to shoot, start the video while holding the phone both tightly enough not to drop it and as straight as possible…all while holding the reins with my left hand!! I feel I did my share. 🙂

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for Six-Word Saturday 8.28.21

When there’s smoke blurring/covering the distant views, look down! The close views were still beautiful as these bejeweled flowers perfectly demonstrate. After almost a year and a half in Arizona, I appreciate water drops on flowers (or anything) even more, although while we were gone, Arizona got quite a lot of rain. We did get some rain in the first week at the cabin. It’s quite lovely to sit on the deck/porch while it rains, reading, relaxing, and sipping tea or a beer.

Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.”
― Bill Watterson, The Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book

Despite the smoke dulling things a bit and the fact that it was August, the flowers were still prolifically colorful.

“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

Always a beautiful view from the opposite end of the lake looking back at one of the cabins (not ours.)

“A little tranquil lake is more significant to my life than any big city in the world”
― Munia Khan

In the mid-seventies the Sanford-Townsend Band came out with a hit song whose title works perfectly for our first week in Wyoming’s Bighorns: “Smoke from a distant fire.” Normally we have clear views of the mountains farther back but this year smoke from distant fires made them either disappear or turned them hazy. It’s impossible to know which fires caused this, and there were lots of them burning, but considering smoke has been reaching the east coast, it’s no wonder it was worse here.

A shot of the ducks I inadvertently flushed when walking towards the lake would normally look like the photo on the left. This year, however, it looked like the one on the right. There was no smell of smoke except for one day, but it made itself seen throughout week one.

Didn’t seem to bother the horses’ making the morning trip to the corral from the night pasture.

for Six Word Saturday 8.21.21

for Six Word Saturday and Squares: trees