Once the habit is formed there are few activities that can be compared to sitting down first thing in the morning with a cup of coffee and the Daily Newspaper.
Everybody's famous in a small town, this one is no different
A family of Raccoons occupied the broken down deck on the right for a few years. One of them would stick it's head out the wide gap in the center when he heard a noise.
Everyone has Pumpkins growing, apparently they are volunteers bandied about on the tails of Rabbits, Skunks, and Raccoons.
Now this is the King of wood piles, the horse pasture is directly behind stretching to that roof in the distance. I gather this bunch up in my wagon and take it home, but not today for this pile.
I suspect this old trooper may not make it another winter. A curious aspect is that trees always fall towards the rivers.
My progress is noticeable now and I am beginning to understand photography slowly. There is a lot to it, I'm fortunate in one way that I have an eye for art, not meaning I'm in any way an artist; I just have an eye for it.
The old 100 year old shack came out very well with almost no light, it was taken after the one above on the same settings. It's set back under a Black Walnut and Cottonwood treess, I have to admit it came out better than I thought it would.
That will be my next pho-blog, zero flash, limited light, longer exposure. It's actually fun and interesting figuring all of this out with a nearly 20 year old camera.