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So I changed the name, and the domain.

This means I’ll lose some of my past followers, and gain some new. As of now, with October around the corner, I’ll share a few recent pics, with hopefully more to come as my favorite month falls into view (see what I did there).

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Metolius River, taken by Karen. Trout were on fire here at Idiots Hole. A mass of hatches, including the usual suspects, danced and displayed themselves atop the surface, riding along before being gulped in a splash-like manner from an array of  green and blue backed red sides. Window of opportunity was abundant on this brilliant early fall day.

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Yes, I’ve got even more youngsters out back now.

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True, it’s a generic postcard shot, but I still dig it. Sunflowers out in the back, and a happy goldfinch.

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Pulaski season. Well, I actually framed this shot for catching those rays splicing through.

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Yes, it’s been a busy summer, and this girl helped out.

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My typical stance after an evening of sanding and priming.

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Admiring my handy work, not at all blowing on a spider.

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Hats

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Certainty of Uncertainty

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What is the degree of independence? This scene played out at my birdbath, and it was a break of sorts from feeding and fears of the Cooper’s hawk lurking from just beyond the laurels. Or at least that’s how it appeared, playing out in my mind as a serene act. So I began wondering about thoughts, and the breaks in between. Meditation of sorts. Focusing on that space in between thoughts. It’s fleeting like most things in life, but it’s a start towards awareness before the Cooper’s hawk of uncertainty becomes a certainty. Or perhaps I’m just thinking aloud.

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Light Ahead

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Overnighter

overnighter-adjustedAs Dennis would put it, “Dropping the camera once yet again.”

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365 Days of Photography with Day Number 84-87…

Day 84…

©365-84Christmas Eve dinner with the fam. 

Day 85…

©365-85Christmas tree this year.

Day 86…

©365-86Where Santa exports troubled elves.

Day 87…

©365-87Bit of flow.

365 Days of Flash Photography, With Day Number 43…

Here Is Day Number 43… 

Where did you sleep last night.

Adjusted43Steps to the hereafter, while course of movement plays upon a changing horizon. A novelty of emotions. A uniqueness in life.

Okay, setting apart the whole dramatic and expressive state, this pic always reminds me of Nirvana’s “Where did you sleep last night.” From MTVs Unplugged album. Who would of thought?

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365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #344 Daisy, Donnybrook, and the case of the Lone Wolf.

Once again, we went too far. It happens every time. Either it’s some cracked and parched section of asphalt, or worn washboard. It never fails, a simple drive turns into a mini road trip. 

 

This trip took us to the wild town of Ashwood, then over to Donnybrook. It’s some of the most remote back country I’ve seen, and I’ve seen lots of it. 

 Naked poplar and the remnants of a worn homestead. 

The area was once known as Axehandle, during the pioneer days. It was later known as Donnybrook, this during the ranch era.

Thickets of thistles poke along homestead trail ways.

 Then we met Daisy Thornton, she made photo #344. This was her story…

GPP365-344Daisy Thornton. Lifelong resident.  

Donnybrook. District 19.

“That’s where I went. From grade through high school. It was just a single room school, that’s all it ever really was.”

How long ago was that?

“Well, I’m 89 years old. I grew up right over that hill over there. I’ve lived here my whole life. My house over the hill, where my daughter lives, it’s over a hundred years old.”

Is this considered Donnybrook? Or Ashwood? 

“This was the Donnybrook vicinity. That was back before Jefferson county even existed. This was all Crook county, you know, and this was where my grandfather homesteaded and farmed.”

Is this the only school in the area?

“Third. This was the third school built. The others, well, they’re gone. One caught on fire, and the other once stood out behind this one here. My grandfather donated one acre of land, well, because we needed a new school! So, he donated an acre and they built the school here.”

That is really cool. What about the wagon?

“Oh dear. That was my grandfathers. He would use that for hauling in firewood, lumber, and hay. My husband would tag along, but that was during another time. You had wagons then.”

It’s beautiful out here. Very far from any surrounding towns.

“Oh yes. I had a wolf out front here. He was picking on antelope. They said they’d never be over here. Well, I know one thing, that was no coyote! And then the wild boars. They are thick. And such a pain!”

You live out here all alone? 

“Yep. My husband, he’s gone. My daughter lives up over the hill. My other daughter lives down the road, with her husband, and one of my kids just bought that section of land outside of Ashwood, where that homestead stands with them poplars.”

We were there earlier. We happened to get photos. Pretty cool.

“Oh yes. Everybody wanted that section of land. Well, this is my home. My garden stays green, because I’m blessed with water.” 

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And the heat rolled in, rolled out. And September was born, then lived. And I believe that was my shutter going off, with coffee going in.

Lone Ranger err Raptor.

Surprise!

Believer.

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Fashion.

Conspiring.

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