For much of my life I have thought of love as a conspiracy, a secret gathering I could not get to, was not invited to, would never find. My wife has all kinds of reasons not to love, yet she chooses to be loving all of the time, to all of the life around her. I am working on love, it does not come as naturally to me, and I am often the one hiding behind the camera, running around looking for the right angle to capture love. She would rather live it. Today, as a storm and high winds approached the farm, Maria came out to the pasture with a brush, and the donkeys, as always reading intentions, crowded over to her, practically hugged her. Love is something they understand and need. So I stood back and took some beautiful photos and I will put them up shortly as an album on Facebook.

Love is a conspiracy, and out on this beautiful windswept day, Red and I kept order, and stood outside of this loving circle and watched in awe and sometimes, longing. Album on Facebook.