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!
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.
This cloud tried so hard to turn into a grownup thunderstorm. It even had some brief flashes of lightning. But in the end, it ran out of steam and fell apart. But there was beauty in the struggle. Definitely something I need to remember…there is beauty in the struggle. Good night from God’s Country.
Outdoor Guy and I took advantage of some alone time with an evening fishing date. The fish weren’t biting, but we got a beautiful sunset instead. The sky and water was awash in subtle pinks and blues and night hawks squawked in the background as we walked in companionable silence back to the pickup. Life is good.
Wyokiddo and I spent a few days in Colorado Springs this week visiting my sister and her family. It was a whirlwind of a week, with trips to the zoo, a wave pool, the North Pole and Build-a-Bear. I even managed to eat a meal at my favorite chain restaurant, P.F. Chang’s.
It’s fun to spend some time in another place and enjoying those things you can only find in a big city. The curly-haired dynamo had an absolute blast playing with her aunt, uncle and big cousin.
But four days of people, traffic, city noise and sharing a bed with a 4-year old left me tired and weary. It was a wonderful feeling to pull into the bird farm. After the spectacular, colorful sunset and gentle rain shower we received last night, I’m pretty sure this place missed me, too.
The smoke from all the wildfires burning in our state make for some spectacular sunsets. We even had a winged guard keeping watch from his perch on the cupola in the form of a screech owl.
Actually, he was waiting for unsuspecting pheasants to pop their heads up through the wire in the pens so he could grab them. But that’s not a very romantic image, now is it? So we’ll just say he was standing sentinel over our place on a beautiful summer evening. That’s a better image to have in your head as we close out the day. Goodnight!
My response to the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Opposites.
Earth meets sky. Pink clouds over green grass. The calm of the evening versus the impending storm. All of it happening right as day turns into night. Gotta love Wyoming!
One of my favorite country songs is “Take a Back Road,” by Rodney Atkins. The chorus goes like this:
And it makes me wanna take a back road
Makes me wanna take the long way home
Put a little gravel in my travel
Unwind, unravel all night long
Makes me wanna grab my honey
Tear down some two-lane country
Get lost and get right with my soul
Makes me wanna take
Makes me wanna take a back road.
The beat and lazy vibe of the song always makes me want to get my country on, roll down the windows and wander this beautiful place I call home.
Tonight, Outdoor Guy and I put a little gravel in our travel and enjoyed a drive on the back roads of Wyoming. We saw prolific farmland growing crops like wheat, corn and sorghum. We watched deer, antelope, shrikes, herons and larks of all flavor. The air smelled of freshly cut hay and rain. And I took a few photos along the way, like this one of a spot known as Mers Hill.
It was a great night spent with the love of my life. My soul is definitely right.
Mother Nature humbled me yet again with her beautiful display of clouds, sky and light.