Rocks

The landscape still looked drab as spring tried to charge through winter’s long occupation. The Dells were visiting for a few days. Natalia basked in the camp rocker and Rachelle read. Chas and Nate were fishing and having no success with the powerful strong flow of the Piedra River. I found a spot along the eroded shoreline and let my feet dangle off the small … Continue reading Rocks

Ambush

Carrying the huge white plastic laundry basket up from the laundry room at the main house along the horse pasture fence I caught sigh of Denali grazing the plentiful late spring grass. Captivated, I set my basket down on the driveway, ignoring the internal thoughts of chores and the mundane. I climbed through the fence, grabbed a generous handful of mane and swung on bareback. … Continue reading Ambush