Hoar Frost Obsession

It has just been one of those weeks. I am feeling a little like the flies that are crawling out of the crevices of my house – slow, sluggish and dim-witted. My brain is covered in a dense fog that I can’t seem to shake. As such, I have been trying to sleep it off and relax a little bit more. I didn’t get a chance to post these pictures last week for The Weekly Photo Challenge: Seasons, but I will do so now, just so I can share with you an obsession of mine.

It all began with a drive.It appeared as though the land was dusted with diamonds, the way the hoar frost had created ice pellets that glittered in the snow. When we arrived at our destination I took these two pictures:

Perhaps this is just something that I took for granted – this accumulation of condensation on the trees in the winter time. Sometimes, I think, that without my camera lens, I wouldn’t be so inclined to investigate things a little more closely.

And sometimes it grows in the middle of nowhere…


Whatever the case, I am happy to have this hobby, as it always brings to light some of the intricate beauty that is around me.

Happy Sunday everyone. Enjoy the rest of the weekend.:)


Be Careful


There isn’t a lot of traffic on my way to work, but there is a lot of wildlife. Last year, I counted nine moose along the commute, just in one morning. I once had to sit and wait for a herd of elk to pass by me. I counted their shadows as they sped by my windshield -twenty-three in the first batch, twenty-four in the second. Last week, I am sure I narrowly missed a bear. (It could have been a miniature pony with extremely large shoulders…)

This picture was taken off of my front deck in 2014. This young calf (moose) had decided to call our yard her home for about two weeks. I love wildlife, but they can be… unpredictable. Her presence made me fearful to be out in the yard with my daughter. Even my dogs (there are three of them) kept a respectable distance from her; and their barking did not seem to faze her, at all. 

This purposed a little bit of a dilemma. I did not want to phone the conservation officers because I feared they would just shoot her. I also did not want her around. The boys, of course, dreamt of ways of keeping her contained, raising her and riding her around like a horse. They tried to feed her grain out of pails and came within petting distance of her hind end. It was amazing to see, and an amazing experience to be a part of.

One morning, I woke up early to water the garden. As I turned on the hose, the dogs began barking behind me. When I turned around, she was less than five feet away! This was the one time where the dogs did not keep their distance. They became aggressive, barking and nipping at her heels, effectively driving her away from me, and my yard.

For the Weekly Photo Challenge: Careful

*She returned this spring, for a quick visit, but it was still nice to see how much she had grown*

A Picture of a Picture

“Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.”- Dorothea Lange

I love photographs. They give us the ability to peer into people’s lives, into that instant that their life is captured on to a chosen medium. All we can do, after that, is to contemplate the details and imagine what life was like during that time.

This particular portrait was taken in 1905. You will notice, first, that the family sits in their Sunday best and that this photo was staged to capture their most prized possessions. You will not see a home on display here, but a well constructed straw barn on the right. Take notice of the way the limbs of the trees were cut to support the weight of the sod structure and the layers of straw that were compressed into that space. You will see a large herd of cattle in the middle and may not truly comprehend the labor required to feed all of those hungry mouths. (Take a moment to imagine it). Your eyes might not even notice the dark figures of the two draft horses on the left. These were their work horses. The ones that pulled the cultivators, seeders, rakes and other farm implements. These horses performed all of the arduous tasks on the farm, always with a man behind them, encouraging them on.

If you are like me, your sight will be drawn to the front, specifically to the boy sitting bareback on the horse. And yes, that is a gun he is holding. How old can he be? (Take a guess.) He looks so comfortable with his rifle that it leads me to believe that he all ready knows how to use it. Notice how the barrel is pointed down, proper, just like his papa had taught him.

Of course we cannot neglect the buck on the left, the family pet. If you look closely, you can see he is wearing a collar. The boy, and the father, are looking at him through the corners of their eyes.The father has shaken the leash he holds in his hand to grab the buck’s attention and to make sure that his face is turned and is visible in the photo.

I have to applaud them for the effort they invested into capturing this moment, this instant in time. I have spent hours combing over the details in this photo. It forced me to research how homesteads survived in the early 1900’s and the hardships they faced. It has taught me one thing – how luxurious our lives are now, in comparison.

Now, nature enthusiasts, can you tell me what season this photo was taken in?



I have to admit that I was quite entranced by this little creature. He was so engrossed in his task that he did not notice the proximity of my lens. When the wind billowed and shook the foundation of his home, he zip lined to the west to tether another anchor to my patio door. His long legs gracefully scaled the delicate fibers of his web as he eagerly returned to his lunch. The trio – his house,his home and his meal – continued to sway with the breeze.

Thank you, WordPress, for giving me an excuse to get up close.