nature, photography, Uncategorized, weather



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.


nature, photography, Uncategorized, wildlife

Rise and Shine

Pheasant Flush CW-1.jpg

There’s not many things more exciting than a beautiful bird exploding out of cover at your feet, his golden belly shining in the Wyoming sun.  Welcome to fall in Goshen County, Wyoming!

country life, photography, Uncategorized, Weekly Photo Challenge

Cherry On Top

Emily SplashingMy response to the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Cherry on top.

While Outdoor Guy toiled away tending to pheasants, Wyokiddo and I spent some time cooling off in the town pool.  She swam and splashed her way through the better part of the afternoon as I kept one eye on her and one eye on a burgeoning thunderstorm toward the south.

When my little water bug had her fill, we headed for home.  As our car climbed out of the valley and headed toward the bird farm, the tail end of the storm I’d been watching crossed the plains up ahead.  A solid wall of white and gray clouds extended as far as I could see from east to west.  I hoped it meant rain, because we have been oh so very, very dry here in the Inter-mountain West.

Excited, I called Outdoor Guy and confirmed that it was indeed raining at our house.  By the time I pulled into the driveway, the water falling from the sky was oscillating between big, fat raindrops and pea-sized hail.  My husband met me at our unattached garage with raincoats for me and Wyokiddo so we wouldn’t get soaked dashing to the house.

It is only our second summer here in Goshen County, Wyoming, so we don’t really have a yardstick of measurement.  But all of our friends and colleagues are saying it has been one of the hottest, driest summers they can remember.  Outdoor Guy and I were practically giddy with excitement at the moisture.  Thirty minutes later, the skies were clear and we were left with 6/10s of an inch of rain and cooler temperatures in the wake of the storm.

The cherry on top was the chance for Wyokiddo to go splashing in puddles.  Life is always better when there are puddles.



agriculture, photography, Uncategorized, wildlife

Pure Heart

Hatch 4-45-2

In Response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Pure.

One of my daughter’s favorite activities in the spring is to visit the pheasant chicks her daddy raises.  She would sit in the barns with them for hours, despite the sweltering conditions, if only I would let her.

I love seeing the chicks, but I was more mesmerized by her interactions with them.  As soon as she sat down, the day-old chicks were checking out their new friend.  They would  hop on her and try to crawl in her boots.  They would even climb in her outstretched hand when she offered it.  Very gently, Wyokiddo would scoop up a tiny chick, hold it in her hands and whisper “I’m glad you made it!  Grow big little chick!” before releasing it back to the floor.  The innocence and pure love of those moments made my heart swell.

Soon the chicks will grow into adult pheasants and lose their cuteness.  And before I know it, my little girl will grow up as well.  My hope is that despite the toughness of this world, she will always keep her pure, sweet, beautiful heart.


history, photography, Uncategorized, Wyoming

The Face of Water Ghost Woman

Water Woman

This is the Water Ghost Woman and my contribution to Weekly Photo Challenge: Face.  As a photo, there are many things I could improve upon.  But as a story for telling your children late at night, she’s perfect.

Water Ghost Woman is Pa waip, a spirit woman of Shoshone stories.  Water Ghost Woman is lives in the Torrey Valley near Dubois, Wyoming, along with a number of other petroglyphs from the Sheepeater Indians.

Legend has it the Water Ghost Woman was a spirit that would lure young men to their deaths in a lake or other body of water.  She would wait until night when the men were asleep, then assume the voice of a maiden in distress.  She would cry and wail and call out for help.  When the warrior would rise and wander near the water to offer assistance, Water Ghost Woman would grab him with her arms and tentacles you see here and drown the man.  She is also rumored to grab children and bite their heads off.


Water Ghost Woman is just one of hundreds of amazing petroglyphs believed to be left by the Sheepeater Indians.  The Sheepeaters were a branch of the modern Shoshone Indians we learned about in high school.  They were proficient at hunting bighorn sheep, and thus became known as the Sheepeaters.  They are also known for their obsidian tools, sheep traps and hunting bows made from big horn sheep horns.  Hundreds of their petroglyphs can still be found in western Wyoming.  Sheepeater Indians were purported to visit petroglyph sites as part of their vision quests.

I don’t know what kind of vision Pa waip here helped the Sheepeaters have.  But her story, as recounted to me around a campfire in the middle of the Wyoming wilderness, gave me pause.  I saw her face in my dreams for weeks.

Modern men in the valley who aren’t particularly superstitious have reported hearing a woman crying for help in the middle of the night.  When they get up to investigate, no woman can be found.  One man even claims he woke up knee deep in the lake outside the dude ranch cabin where he’d been visiting.

So if you’re ever camping in western Wyoming near a body of water, keep your men close and your kids closer.  Water Ghost Woman might be getting lonely.


nature, photography, Uncategorized, wildlife, WPC

On the Wing

This is my contribution to this week’s WP weekly photo challenge “Seasons.”

When you are married to a man who works for your state’s wildlife management agency, seasons not measured in the passing of time or the changing of weather.  Seasons become about who can hunt what and where, or what animals are around.

We are in the midst of goose season here in Eastern Wyoming.  I have enjoyed the endless skies filled with rowdy honking Canada geese.  I love driving to town and seeing stubble fields dark with their fa bodies.  My favorite moments are when the geese fly low enough to hear the methodical flapping of their wings.  After a small flock of five geese buzzed our yard, Wyokiddo found this feather in their wake.  It marks our love of the season of migration.

Canada goose feather, Yoder, Wyoming.

Goose Feather Wet

Hope your weekend takes flight!



Children, Kids, photography, Uncategorized, Weekly Photo Challenge

WPC: Vibrant


Painting DinosaursMy contribution to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Vibrant

One of my goals this year for my photography was to take some more lifestyle shots.  I wanted to do a better job of capturing moments, and not necessarily faces and smiles.  Those are wonderful, but sometimes the little details are much better.

I love this photo because it is vibrant.  But it’s also tiny fingers with a cartoon bandage eagerly painting pictures of her newest obsession.  A quiet afternoon spent with just the two of us laughing and talking.  A vibrant photo of a moment in time with my vibrant little girl.