nature, Uncategorized, Wyoming

Girls Who Fish

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It’s spring break and Wyokiddo and I are out playing while Outdoor Guy tends to the birds.  Today, she requested we go fishing, so mid-morning we loaded up her Mickey Mouse fishing pole and some worms and we headed out.

The fishing was slow, so Wyokiddo had time to ponder the esoteric.

“Mama, why are there only boys out here?”

I set down my rod and contemplated how to answer her question.  Occasionally we’d see a woman fishing in a boat with her husband.  But by and large, anytime we were out in the field, it was men, or boys with their dads.  Very few little girls, and never just a mom and her daughter.

“Well, some girls haven’t ever had anyone take them fishing,” I tried to explain.  “They might live in a city where there isn’t any place to fish, or no one has ever shown them how.   And some girls don’t want to fish.  They think it’s boring or dirty or gross, or that it’s something only boys should do.  They don’t know how much fun it can be!”

Wyokiddo was quiet after that, dividing her attention between her bobber in the water and the ladybug crawling up her arm.

Several minutes later, she looked up at me and squinted against the late morning sun.

“Mama, let’s always be the kind of girls who fish.”

From her lips to God’s ears.  No matter where life takes this beautiful little soul, may she always be one of the girls who fish.

Teresa

family, Kids, Uncategorized

Gifts from Little People

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“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.

Teresa

family, Kids, photography, Uncategorized

First Loves

rocky-fish-final-drwMeet 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.

Teresa

country life, photography, Uncategorized, Wyoming

The Blue Beast

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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.

country life, family, photography, Uncategorized

Ziggy

Ziggy at 11 Weeks.jpgAbout three weeks ago, we expanded our family to include this little dude.  Meet Ziggy, the newest member of the Downar Bird Farm Management Team.  Ziggy is an 11-month old border collie, and was bred to be a lean, mean, herding machine.

He’s got some growing to do before he’ll be ready to hit the bird pens.  In the meantime, he is quite the snuggler and is entertaining himself finding little bits of food, paper and other detritus to eat on the floor.  I’m choosing not to take that as a condemnation of my housekeeping.

Look out roosters, there’s a new sheriff in town.  He’ll come after you just as soon as he’s caught his own tail.

-Teresa

agriculture, photography, Uncategorized, Wyoming

Broda Family – Southeast Wyoming Family Photography

It was cold and windy and not the best day for family photos.  But this is an ag family, and cold and wind is just a part of life for them in Southeastern Wyoming.  So I bundled up for a family photo session with my friend and boss on her family ranch.

Most people know John and Stacy as a elementary school principal and the Wyoming FFA State Advisor, respectively.  But when they aren’t running a school or chasing state FFA officers around, they are wrangling their two sons and working on Stacy’s family ranch.

The Child Ranch sits just east of Cheyenne, north of I-80.  The ranch has been in the family for generations, and now, four generations work this land side-by-side and call it home.  I’ve spent a few mornings with Stacy feeding cows and watching wildlife, and I never get tired of hearing stories of her ancestors and how they turned the ranch from a simple homestead into the thriving family business it is today.  This rich and beautiful history is still evident, as the family has preserved some of the more historical buildings.  And it is alive in the stories Stacy tells, stories no doubt passed down from her own father and grandfather.

My favorite part of the day by far was watching these boys just be boys.  Climbing on fences, leaping across hay bales, giving each other a hard time.  They had a lot of fun and it made for a lot of laughs.  These boys don’t understand yet what a special thing it is to be growing up the way they are…living on a cattle ranch, surrounded by three generations of family, with room to roam and the freedom to climb hay bales, throw rocks, fight, make mistakes, learn and grow.  This lifestyle, along with guidance from their amazing parents, grandparents and great-grandparents, will shape them into men I can’t wait to meet one day.

In the mean time, they are dynamic boys who make me laugh each and every time I am around them.  I was honored to take their picture, and blessed to count the Broda family as dear and cherished friends.

Teresa

Uncategorized, writing, Wyoming

Are You Tough Enough?

Winter in Wyoming

“It’s winter in Wyoming,
And the gentle breezes blow,
Seventy miles an hour,
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Wyoming,
When the snow’s up to your butt,
You take a breath of winter,
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I’ll stick around,
I could never leave Wyoming,
’cause I’m frozen to the ground!”

A lot of folks tell me “Oh, I wish I could live in Wyoming.  It is so beautiful!”

And it is. Until it isn’t.  Are you tough enough?

Teresa