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The sun, peeking through layers of clouds on its way down, drew my attention a little more this particular evening than most!
Waterfalls, of whatever size, are so incredibly addicting (especially now that I’ve learned about shutter speed, ha Such beauty to behold. This was taken in French Creek State Park, near Morgantown PA, during my husband’s and my first anniversary weekend away!
...Lily! These beautiful flowers always remind me of when I moved to Pennsylvania in 2000, as they were blooming then…the first flower that really caught my eye – so abundant! I still love the brilliant orange blooms.
My nephew, enthralled with his sparkler! received ‘Best in Show’ award among all adult photo entries (all categories) in the Elizabethtown Fair, 2008 sought out (here on redbubble!) to be on the cover of a fireworks magazine in February of 2009
This little girl found her happy place during our ‘church in the park’ day. Such a cutie!
This little guy appeared a touch ruffled – perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he had hatched within the past few hours! : ) Taken at the Elizabethtown Fair, Pennsylvania, 2008.
This is my good friend Randy, who has been blessed to make his living as a cowboy throughout the western United States, including Hawaii. Currently he and his wife are managing a ranch in Montana, which is where I captured this picture of him. Randy has always been a hero to me, loving wholeheartedly what he does, and loving God wholeheartedly as well. With a song on his lips or a lesson in his actions, Randy is a man of many talents, including breaking horses, reciting poetry at gatherings across the west, and braiding reatas (ropes). In this particular photo, he was waiting for more cattle to be brought his way for sorting (to be loaded and transported to another ranch).
This brilliant leaf had fallen from a quite amazing tree (as you can well imagine), for the sole purpose of being my subject (or so I’m convinced). I love fall! (taken near Elizabethtown, PA in October of 2008)
I ‘stole’ this shot while my friend Randy (who’s been blessed to be able to make his living as a cowboy) was explaining something to my husband. We learned much, as we listened, about breaking horses. I was struck by the fact that horses are much like people in that to effectively work with them, we must learn to think like them, to get in their minds. When was the last time you tried to figure out what a difficult person was thinking in order to know how to approach them? : )
I imagine these antlers, in their prime, carried high and proud on the heads of the deer that died to bring meat to the hunter’s family. In velvet, soft and lush, strengthening with the passing of time. Rubbing against trees and brush, clattering with another buck’s antlers, establishing dominance and claiming does. Whether on a deer’s head, hanging on a wall, or stacked in a pile, there’s something majestic about antlers… Aged and Weathered
Every ranch needs a good wooden fence, and a bunch of wire…
My friend Randy has been blessed to make a living as a cowboy. A hobby that has turned into much more is reciting cowboy poetry at gatherings near and far. This poem is on his first album. I can almost hear his melodic voice now… Ridin’ / by Charles Badger Clark There is some that like the city – Grass that’s curried smooth and green, / Theaytres and stranglin’ collars, Wagons run by gasoline - / But for me it’s hawse and saddle Every day without a change, / And a desert sun a-blazin’ On a hundred miles of range. Just a-ridin’, a-ridin’ – Desert Ripplin’ in the sun, / Mountains blue along the skyline - / I don’t envy anyone When I’m ridin’. When my feet is in the stirrups And my hawse is on the bust, / With his hoofs a-flashin’ lightnin’ From a cloud of golden dust, / And the bawlin’ of the cattle Is a-comin’ down the wind / Then a finer life than ridin’ Would be mighty hard to find. Just a-ridin’, a-ridin’ Splittin’ long cracks through the air, / Stirrin’ up a baby cyclone, Rippin’ up the prickly pear / As I’m ridin’. / / I don’t need no art exhibits When the sunset does her best, / Paintin’ everlastin’ glory On the mountains to the west / And your opery looks foolist When the night-bird starts his tune / And the desert’s silver mounted By the touches of the moon. Just a-ridin’, a-ridin’, Who kin envy kings and czars / When the coyotes down the valley Are a-singin’ to the stars, / If he’s ridin’? When my earthly trail is ended And my final bacon curled / And the last great roundup’s finished At the Home Ranch of the world / I don’t want no harps nor haloes, Robes nor other dressed up things - / Let me ride the starry ranges On a pinto hawse with wings! Just a-ridin’, a-ridin’- Nothin’ I’d like half so well / As a-rounin’ up the sinners That have wandered out of Hell, / And a-ridin’.
During a trip to Dillon, MT to visit my friends Randy and Kim Rieman at Pioneer Mountain Ranch, I took a few minutes to take pictures of this old homestead just down the road from the ranch. We had met the owner a few days previous – he has plans to restore the buildings (the wood is still strong) and live there. I was fascinated by the character of the place, and especially with the ‘natural framing’ that occured with proper placement of the fence. I remarked to my husband that this reminded me so much of a photo that my friend Kinsey (aka kotybear) posted that I instantly ‘favorited,’ and I was delighted to get a chance to take a picture of something similar. A few days later, I hoped on my mom’s computer to download my images, took another look at Kinsey’s photo, and my mouth dropped as I realized that this was not a similar homestead that I’d photographed, but the same one! In all of Montana, the fourth largest state in the U.S., and considering that I now live in Pennsylvania, 2300 miles away, what are the chances?! Take a look at Kinsey’s image to compare the two photos. Amazing!
This leaf seemed to be making a strong, bold statement as it rested on the root of this tree…bold against the green mosses growing there, bold against the breezes that sought to carry it away. How can something so inanimate seem to say so much?! (taken near Milton, PA – October 13th, 2008)
Another shot of this great old homestead. Though a little rough around the edges, : ) it sure holds a lot of beauty, doesn’t it?!
Rock-a-bye baby / In Daddy’s arms, / Daddy will hold you / Safe from all harm. Daddy will love you / and sing you to sleep / Love you forever- / A promise he’ll keep.
You must admit that the bond of love between a married couple takes on a whole new meaning when the first baby is born. The tired but sparkling eyes of the mother, the way the father floats several inches above the hospital floor…the gaze between the new parents that speaks volumes.
What could be more fun during a fall wedding photo shoot than falling leaves?! Long’s Park in Lancaster, PA provided plenty of leaves and one very happy bride. : )
My friend Randy Rieman. Taken at the Pioneer Mountain Ranch, Dillon, MT
I count myself extremely blessed to live in such a beautiful place here in Pennsylvania. On rare occasions I can drag myself out of bed early enough to capture the glory of the morning!
I know that baby’s in there somewhere! : )
Taken at daybreak at the Pioneer Mountain Ranch, Dillon, MT. Morning is a glorious time of day anywhere, but especially in Montana! : )
Believe it or not, Roxy’s favorite place to be is in a nice big muddy puddle…she’s just not right in the head. : )
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