The presence of Grandmother, still here. I got up near dawn the other day and spotted this fantastic household scene. My mother is surely an artist. My family is full of artists. I'm so lucky to be around them, and to have been raised by them.
Saw this rural scene walking through Taylor and had to capture it. The cows were nuzzling each other and playing, except for the one who had taken ownership of the single tree in this huge meadow.
Irrigation canals like this one remind me of my childhood in Turlock, California. Click on any of the photos above for a larger view.
The presence of Grandmother, still here. I got up near dawn the other day and spotted this fantastic household scene. My mother is surely an artist. My family is full of artists. I'm so lucky to be around them, and to have been raised by them.
Saw this rural scene walking through Taylor and had to capture it. The cows were nuzzling each other and playing, except for the one who had taken ownership of the single tree in this huge meadow.
Irrigation canals like this one remind me of my childhood in Turlock, California. Click on any of the photos above for a larger view.
No comments:
Post a Comment