Archive of ‘Peak Mountain’ category

PHOTO OF THE DAY – PEAK MOUNTAIN PANORAMA – October 23, 2015

It was another glorious day on the funny farm.

Recluse Man and I got half our winter hay put up.

I am pooped.

And I still have hay in me pants.

And seeing as it’s Friday night and the hot tub is calling my name…I’m pulling one from the archives.

For Photo of the Day…here is a favorite panorama I made of Peak Mountain several years ago.

This is the mountain I wake up to every morning and worship every day…POTD_15_10_23_Peak_pano…until tomorrow

PHOTO OF THE DAY – PIPS GO AWOL – OCTOBER 8, 2015

Photo of the Day I own in every respect.

I left the gate unlatched to their stall and the Pips went AWOL.

Dang. How many times have I done that? Forgit it. I don’t have enough fingers.

Sometimes a little magic happens during the most routine of break-outs. I never know. And..umm… I’ve had lots of experience.

If it doesn’t look like total chaos, most often I’ve got my Nikon in hand before I’m out the door. Forget the lead ropes and halters. Let me do a little spying and sneaking around before the round-up begins.

From yesterday’s spying-before-the-round-up-efforts, may I present Photo of the Day…I think I’ll call this…

Absent With Our Leaves
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Aren’t they just so innocent? Like they belong right there?

HA!

Gotta admit..it’s starting to look spectacular around here.

All the ‘finger-leaves’ painting on shades of fall.

Pips were hip to it.

Even if they were facing the wrong way…
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Wait-a-minute…that’s exactly the right way!

Now git along lil ponkey!

PHOTO OF THE DAY – A WALK IN THE ‘HOOD – September 23, 2015

Photo of the Day was made yesterday when Elizabeth stopped by. We both agree, one of our very favorite things to do is a walk to the New River with Gyps and the Pips. Gypsy and Pockets love to get in the river…Grayson…not so much. That patootie-face.

We mosey…we play…we look for clouds on the mountain…and the best patches of grass…and we always walk slower heading home…FG_34_POTD_9_23_15

Like fall freckles, Peak Mountain is showing tiny specks of red. In the spring, I love watching this mountain turn green from the bottom up. This time of year the colors shimmy down and around in a brilliant undressing. In a month the mountain will be bare and we’ll be lighting fires and bundling up for our walks.

They say it will be a spectacular year for fall color. Who are ‘they?’ I hope THEY are right…but not about the predictions of a bitter winter ahead. Got that…THEY?

Clearly, there are no wonders at all why I hate to leave this farm.