Prolific

“…an artist who creates
lots of work
probably experiences
prolific days and
slower days”
~ Buffy Sainte-Marie

100% truth.
Which is why it’s nice to have images that I haven’t edited yet both on the hard drives(s) and the memory card.
I don’t always get a chance to get out, camera in hand.
Life is incredibly busy this time of year, y’know?
When I don’t I can still share images from the FarmYard…

The SuperModel of mares…

Covered in muck and manure, only half shed out, lying in a pile of straw and she looks like a model…that mane blowing perfectly in the gentle breeze, ears to me and looking right at the camera.
That Sable is a photographer’s Dream!

Eyes closed, basking in the sunshine…

*sigh*
So. Damn. Pretty.
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National Unicorn Day

It has been brought to my attention that today is
National Unicorn Day and so today we celebrate our unicorn in disguise here at the Farm.

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See that brown spot on her forehead?
It’s a little hidden by her forelock, but it’s there…
That’s where, under the light of a full moon, if you’re lucky and she lets you (make sure you have some sort of treat to thank her), you’ll see her horn appear.
And if you’re really lucky, she’ll share a bit the magic from her horn with you…

Sharing with Comedy Plus for Aww Mondays, and Sparks:27 at McGuffy’s Reader.

Sunrise, Sunset

Hey friends.
How are y’all doing?
I know posts have been sparse.
Sorry ’bout that.

We’re getting deeper into mud/puddle season.
Before we’re into full on mud season, we’re trying to move some snow away from the equine common areas, fill holes with straw, and make sure everyone has their hooves done. I really hate when mud season messes with their trim schedule… 😑

I’m still fighting my camera.
The urge to shoot has been…lackluster is the best way to put it.
And yet, I’m trying to force myself out into the farm yard with it.
Watch the side bar, because I’m trying to put up images on Instagram on a regular basis…or you can follow us over there.
Cookie’n’Cream Photography

In the meantime, the WordPress photo challenge for this week caught my eye…

Rise/Set

Ahh, now I do love me those early mornings, watching the sun come up and capturing the mares doing what they do best…being horses.
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Paints in the morning sunlight.

Sable enjoys the warmth of the rising sun…

Cookie practices her unicorn poses as the sun rises.

Astrid

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And those times I’ve caught them in the setting sun…

❀

Ruby

Cookie

The original 3

Hopefully, I’ll have more to share as I get out more and more with Spring.
Bear with me, friends.
I’m still adjusting.
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Uncompromising

I won’t say
I’m uncompromising,
but
I won’t compromise
just for the hell of it.
~ George A. Romero

I love this.
I completely agree with this.
In my opinion, compromise is 2 parties *both* agreeing to give something of value, to have their needs/wants met.
All too often, of late, “compromise” is a word used to tell folks “sit down, shut up and do as your told”.
That doesn’t fly with me.
When faced with people like that I become uncompromising.
Obstinate, even.
But then, I have been known to be stubborn…a bit mulish even…
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Probably why this Girl and I connected…eventually.

Pair of stubborn old nags who had to learn how to compromise to get what we both wanted.
I like to think it was worth it…
I hope she would say the same.
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Midnight Calico Tree

There is an old tree in our pasture.
It’s rotten in some places, limbs have fallen down in wind storms.
Every year, leaf buds come and even the fallen limbs grow.

I love this tree.
It’s a survivor.
It’s not just my imagination, the beauty of this tree.

We don’t have many trees here.
We’re surrounded by grain fields, and a little scrub brush in our pasture.

This tree though…

This tree has been the backdrop for photo shoots.
This tree has been a prop in photo shoots.
This tree has been climbed by cats.
This tree has a hollow that one cat gave birth in.
This tree is the one Cookie hid behind when she saw something weird on the side road…it was me, walking Daphne.
This tree is where I go to sit in the pasture when I miss that Cookie.

It’s where I took her picture for her last birthday photo shoot…


It’s where I wanted to mount a 4’x6′ mirror for her next birthday photo shoot.

Instead, it’s where I hung her halter for the tribute photo shoot…

This tree is one of my favorite places to be…

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Sharing with McGuffy’s Reader for Sparks:21, Aww Mondays at Comedy Plus, and Imag-in-ing.

Constant

If there is only one constant in Farm life it is that there is always work to do.

Doesn’t matter the season.
Work on the Farm never ends.
Today, I working on a few different things…

1. Working on getting the library sorted out so I can get the seed starting stand brought upstairs.
See, my problem with it being in the basement is I forget about the seedlings. So they don’t get watered nearly enough, and they all too often die. Last year, I started seeds 3 times…LOL!!
This year, I hope to only start them once. πŸ˜‰
The library is a big job though…

2. I’m starting my pepper seeds.
If I wait until the library is done, it will be too late to start peppers. They take a long time to germinate, and they grow slower than tomatoes.
So, it’s time.
I have a hanging lamp over one of the shorter bookcases in the library where the tray will sit until the work is done. Then the tray can sit on top the plant stand, while the tomatoes get going under the lights on the shelves.

3. Editing pictures.
Because thousands of pictures on the hard drives/flash drives.
And, because I’ve been out taking more images lately.
It’s taken some time (14 weeks, yesterday) for me to come close to feeling normal enough to not fall apart grabbing the camera and going out into the pasture.
Now, when the smallest urge tickles me, I’m trying to go with it. Encouraging myself to let the camera take me where it wants to go, encouraging the healing process.

This is what drew me out to the pasture yesterday:

Napping in the sunshine…

“I know you’re there, Food Lady.
I also know you don’t have cookies, so I ain’t movin'”
~ Ruby

Lol!
Fine by me. I didn’t want her to move. πŸ˜‰

And then there’s this one…because yesterday my Kid turned 17.
*sigh*
Things that make a woman feel old…
Grey in her own hair, greying muzzles on beloved animals, and Kids growing up.

Kid and her Sable ❀

Sharing with Comedy Plus for Aww Mondays.