Pale blue sky and colored leaves above a gravel road. The sounds of Blue Jays crying and very oddly, the clear, loud howl of a coyote. Weird that. Coyotes sing almost every night, … Continue reading Walking Down Wester Ave Taking Pictures
Pervade, absorb, adore,
The sun so beloved,
Gleams down no more.
Dark clouds summit,
Pose with god-like style,
Yes we fear darkness,
But end of light beguiles…
I was driving west on highway 64 today as the sun set, turning the sky an amazing orange hue, so I pulled over letting traffic whoosh on by and took some photos out my car window. I liked the ceiling of clouds and the fact I could see the globe of the sun through the trees. Darkness is coming later and later here in northern Wisconsin, although tonight is forecast as another cold one. — J. Renzoni
I love dramatic sky, big clouds, contrasty colors, shifting shapes, and changing weather.
I used to like fireworks with the one time big display on the 4th of July. I always remember the time in Lohrville when a big chrysanthemum-style explosion just barely cleared the pines. A good thing that the fire department was the one putting on the show.
As a kid in the robin’s egg blue station wagon, Dad always wanted to leave before the finale to avoid the traffic jam and we wanted to see the last big display. We could never see the flag in explosive lights.
Now everyone has their own and they’re blowing them up before, on the day and during the week after. It’s too much. It’s like having ice cream for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks. It sounded like a war last night, surrounded by crazy fireworks exploders. What’s the point? Everyone’s seen them, smelled them, breathed them, heard them and experienced the fireworks litter.
Tonight there was a different sky show after a foggy, rainy, muggy day the rain storm moved in and out for sunset.
And it had everything, sprinkles, thunder, downpour, a rainbow when the sun broke through and amazing, changing clouds as sunset approached. Smelled fresh and no litter to pick up. I walked around outside wet and barefooted waiting for the clouds to flow into the next panorama – wow.
Strips of earth show between the drifts of spring left snow.
Glowing in the amber light of ever later sunsets.
Trees starting to bud in pale reflection of fall displays of pinkish red, pale green and soft orange-y yellow.
Sky blue-gray, clouds only on the horizon reflect the glory of the light.
Wisconsin is taking its time waiting for the kiss of spring. — JR
As I got back into my SUV at the library I realized I might get home too late to photograph the last sunset of this year so as I drove … Continue reading Sun setting on 2012 – rhapsody in sherbet colors
The sun is setting, its getting dark in an orange-y way with horse tail clouds decorating a fading blue sky. Supposedly the time of night that horses spook the most and also the time that I like to ride the best; its not too hot or too bright, there’s some mosquitoes but no biting flies and its just nicer out. I just came into the house from a great ride to music in our outdoor open air arena, clattering into a dark house exclaiming about how fun the ride was.
I was riding Sham, a grey (white with black skin) Arab who is 19 years old this year and I’ve had him for 15 years. He’s really my first horse. Oh I had a black, naughty pony named King, briefly as a child. He and I never were buds. We never came to any agreements and my parents weren’t very good horse people, although they both had had horses as kids. I got Sham after I purchased a quarter horse for my daughter; you can’t have just one horse. I had always liked Arabs and so that is what I got, despite what people in quarter horse country say about Arabs (airheads, crazy, spooky). He and I learned a lot together. Luckily, even though he was an unhappy horse when I got him, he became a very forgiving and pleased horse in my company. Not to say that I didn’t fall off him a fair number of times, he did spook, sideways, fast and I didn’t have a very good seat (also known as no velcro). My balance developed over time, and he quit spooking as much and certainly not as fast.
We did a lot of different training over the years, tried team penning, search and rescue, western riding, trail class, actual trail riding, dressage, jumping. swimming, and finally clicker training. He’s lounged thousands of circles, had multiple different bits, saddles and other gear. And tonight we did some of the best work he’s ever done, no patterns, just brief requests and praise and treats and contemplating the sky while he chewed.
He’s lost some teeth over the last year, so treats take longer to consume, but are certainly no less enjoyable. There’s something very pleasant about listening to a horse chew while observing a beautiful evening sky. Taking time to savor things.