Here is my ongoing exploration and tribute to the western front I call home, which I make into a landscape with a camera. Roam. Call it home in the thick swaths of solitude. Today I stood next to a mule deer and listened to her chew/crunch on broccolini stocks from my refuse pile. If you understand the beauty in that then, well, you get "it."
green tin roof
hidden away. near river front.
coffee with cinnamon
morning in pantry looking for cashews. mellow day ahead.
hiking to the sun
a great off-roading truck ride to get there. parked it. threw on backpack. hiked until the trail no longer went anywhere discernable.
ranchers + hay farmers
mountains and butte taken from car. that is a rearview mirror on the top right (i.e., not Photoshopped in for effect).
i have seen a mare hanging out with this metal sculpture in the field. the mare is usually standing head to head with the first horse in the pack. cute + funny.