Confession: I have become a bit obsessed with cows as of late. You can ask Michael, but I think we’ve discussed cows every day for the last month. Obviously, we’re in rural Wyoming and the Platte Valley is home to lots of cattle ranches. My daily commute to work offers picturesque views of rolling ranch lands with cows happily roaming and grazing. I see more cattle and wildlife than other vehicles or people which makes…
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“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.” Ralph Waldo Emerson A few of my favorite shots from the past few weeks. We got a log cabin in Grand Lake, Colorado in March, and enjoyed our first float of the season last weekend here in Saratoga on the North Platte River. I’m extremely drawn to wildlife lately and it’s abundant here, though often elusive, which creates for a fun challenge when it comes to…
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It’s a snowy March day in Wyoming and I’ve been thinking a lot about my Dad today. It’s true what people say, that the grief comes in waves. There are good days and bad days. Days when I don’t want to think or talk about it at all, and days where I can’t quite focus fully on anything else because he is on my mind. Some days it feels good to cry, and other days…
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Sundays are for wandering down new dirt roads. No words today, just pictures. (Photos taken with my old trusty Canon Powershot.)
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One month. One month ago I was sitting at home on my yoga mat preparing a music playlist for my class and my brother called. “You need to come home Roz.” His voice cracked, “It’s time.” It’s a blur after that. A call to Michael, searching for a flight, packing, waiting, worrying, crying into Penny’s fur, laying down for an hour that felt useless, a four hour drive to Denver in the middle of the…
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