Mother Nature blessed us with somewhere between a foot and 20 inches of snow in the last two days. It’s hell on road travel and bird pens, but the moisture is oh so very needed. This is the calm after the storm!
This is the Western Sugar Factory here in Torrington, Wyoming.
I might not always like the way it smells, but it was an important part of the development of Torrington and this valley.
Built in 1926, this factory has been processing locally grown sugar beets, serving the agriculture industry and contributing to the local economy for almost 100 years. Today, the plant is leased by the Western Sugar Cooperative. Together, Western Sugars 5 facilities produce more than 10 million hundred weights of sugar, including white sugar, brown sugar and powdered sugar. The plant is set to close its main production line at the end of this year.
So the next time you make a cake or spoon sugar into your coffee, cheers! It’s entirely possibly you’re enjoying some sweetness grown in the Rocky Mountain region and made right here in Torrington!
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mama. Sorry they’re dead. But uh, it’s winter, so…”
Wyokiddo @ 4 years old. If I’m being honest, I’ve received far less thoughtful gifts from far less cuter humans.
Happy Valentine’s Day. Show the world how big your heart is today, and every day.
…what’s happened to the theatre?”
I can’t speak for Danny Kaye, but this Goshen County photographer thinks our movie theater here is pretty alright. Every time I drive by this grand old building at night, I am struck by it’s beauty. Last night, I finally stopped to capture that beauty in a photograph. The Wyoming Theater in Torrington, Wyoming.
Meet Rocky. He’s Wyokiddo’s fish, bought to replace the gold fish she won at a 4-H carnival that died approximately 15 hours after we brought it home. Rocky is much more hearty, and photogenic. Thankfully.
Someday, we’ll tell Wyokiddo stories about her first pet. Stories like how for the first three weeks after his arrival, she’d wake up in the morning, run to his bowl and breathlessly exclaim “Oh thank goodness! Mama, Mama, Rocky didn’t die last night!”
Her enthusiasm for Rocky has waned a little bit with the arrival of Ziggy the puppy. But I will still catch Wyokiddo standing at Rocky’s bowl, her finger tracing a path for Rocky to follow. She chatters at him, telling the fish stories of her day, her friends and her life.
It warms my heart. Somewhere in the heavens, there’s a chestnut mare with spots and an attitude that has all my childhood secrets woven through her thin, black mane.
Now Rocky will have Wyokiddo’s secrets, and she’ll always have a photo of this beautiful little guy.
Freezing rain and snow
Folks falling on their butts now
Mother Nature laughs.
My contribution to WPC – Repurpose…Mother nature is the ultimate upcycler…from water to snow to water again…
This is my first attempt at snowflake macro work. And haiku, for that matter. I should probably just stick to photography.
I went out to shoot geese and wound up shooting this beautiful beast instead. This old guy hangs out just off main street in our small town. I’ve driven by him a dozen times, but he’s never looked as magnificent as he did this day, blanketed in snow.
Forget what Dr. Phil might tell you. The secret to a happy marriage? Homemade banana cream pie. Not love, not communication, not shared interests. Pie. Lots and lots of pie.
I was searching out some landscape shots for a weekly photo challenge, but a winter storm we had going on rendered everything flat and dull. I was trying to shoot a grain elevator when a little squall opened up started raining down these big, fat flakes for just a few minutes. The contrast of the buildings and asphalt with the white snow turned nothing into something. Ahhh, the magic of Wyoming. Main street in Yoder, population 128.
Experimenting with some macro work, inspired by one of my favorite poems. Photography is a new passion, but literature will always be my first love.