Category Archives: Photography
Starts with W
My response to City Sonnet’s January Photo of the Day Challenge for January 20. Can you guess what my ‘W’ stands for? It was a fun day In Rapid City, South Dakota. I was happy to see a more diverse crowd … Continue reading
Sunday
Here is my contribution to Becca’s Sunday Trees – 375 photo challenge. Birches against the sky. I love the perseverance of this bugger. Let nothing stand in your way. I wrote this story with this tree in mind. A Tree for Momma … Continue reading
Pathways
Enjoy my response to Friendly Friday Photo Challenge hosted by Something to Ponder About. Our family trip to Hawaii last year was an amazing adventure. The first two photos are from Pu’u Wa’awa’a volcano which was used as a cattle ranch … Continue reading
Historic South Dakota
When people hear “South Dakota” they often jump to an image of an endless prairie. Believe me, there’s plenty of that, but it does have a rich history and great beauty. I live in the Black Hills. This … Continue reading
Free-range grapes
I don’t garden. I find it a sweaty, dirty endeavor with little reward, at least the way I do it. Why did I think I needed a yard? The grass just keeps growing. I keep mowing. It’s a vicious … Continue reading
Disruption to the cutest degree
Every cat-owning writer is plagued with this disruption. Rex is too big to fit on the keyboard now, but he does insist on sitting on my lap when I write, or should I say, try to write. Note the excellent … Continue reading
South Dakota Treasures
This is the beauty of South Dakota backroads. You have to go where the signs say “Dead End” or “Bridge Closed.” Meet the Belle Fourche River (pronounced Bell Foosh) near Vale, South Dakota. Anybody know what year and make of … Continue reading
South Dakota
Things don’t change here. I live on the edge of nothingness, next to loneliness and despair. This is the plains of South Dakota, the farm where I grew up. I’m still here. I’m not sure why. My grandparents, a … Continue reading
A Tree for Momma
I remember when Papa planted the acorn next to Momma’s grave. We was too poor for a headstone, and besides, Papa said a tree would be a living memory, a way to keep her alive, and every time we came … Continue reading
A Face in the Window
I love this accidental photo my son took of himself taking a picture me and my little River dog. WordPress photo challenge – A Face in the Crowd