Month: March 2012

Something about these barns framed by the sun being swallowed by a cold front seemed emotional to me, powerful.

In the late afternoon, I set out to chase a beautiful late afternoon sun, photographer’s light, and was at first disappointed to see the first clouds of fast-moving cold front sweep in. Then I realized the photographer has to go with what he’s given, not always what he wants, a condition of life also. And I suddenly saw that the front was beautiful.

Simon loves to slide the barn door open, sneak in and lift the lid off the can with the donkey cookies. His problem is that when he knocks the lid off, it makes a lot of noise, and dogs barn and I come running. But he perseveres. Caught him sneaking in, sliding the door open with his nose this morning. Simon is a clever guy.

We went by to see Rocky today, and he was out in the pasture. Rocky is blind, and sometimes, if he is in a different place away from his barn, he has trouble finding us. Maria and I have learned speak softly and continuously, and bit by bit, he makes his way to us. He is anxious about poking himself in the face or head, which he sometimes does. I recorded his step-by-step and cautious movements towards Maria and her apple, and posted them on Facebook. We are going over tomorrow to give Rocky a good brushing. He is at ease being touched with both of us now, although we approach him patiently.

I was lying on the ground taking photos of the chickens, and I saw a shadow cross over me on the ground and looked up to see Mother watching me. I thought, and not for the first time, that this is the last thing many a mouse or rat a mole sees in this world.