Funny that this is the week’s photo challenge because I had set my own personal challenge to attempt to capture the monarchs on the wing this season. Zigzag? I get dizzy trying to follow them with my lens as they dance around my head.
There are often 2 of them dancing together. Most of my photos turn out blurry or washed out, so I haven’t got the trick yet. Even so, I am having loads of zigzagging fun.
An 1800’s cabin is relocated: I immediately thought of the work my brother has been doing with an old cabin when I read Ailsa’s travel theme challenge this week.
When a farmer was planning to plow up a field with the house sitting on it, my brother “rescued” the building. He was able to date the building (1876) via a letter left in the chinking sent from the Montana Territory that speaks about the timeframe of the Battle of the Little Bighorn.
My brother had an architect create the plans for a home around the unusual 2 story cabin which he relocated on 40 beautiful acres. It is an amazing work in process.
Some of the wildest areas I have ever wandered have been in Arizona. It is lonely, haunting, yet achingly beautiful. Alone in nature with it’s specter of gnarly trees that stand as a warning of the desert extremes, the creatures who eke out a life in a non-forgiving land, and the ghosts of those who have walked these trails before us – I feel the throbbing passion within these cold, still stones.
I have a friend. Everyone should have a friend like her. She can cook! However, she rarely takes on desserts, so she decided to challenge herself with St. Elmo’s Blueberry Bread Pudding. Being an off-the-cuff chef, she did not think to reduce the original recipe (now that she was actually following one) so we have bread pudding coming out the wazoo! But who’s complaining? We shared… and shared… and enjoyed. Now that is one sweet friend!
Where’s My Backpack has posted the travel theme this week and it made me smile. Who wouldn’t smile when they think of something soft?
This photo is of my niece, Clara, who was having a moment and had been crying (she had many “moments” at that early age). Her family was spending a week at Grandma’s and her Daddy’s work jeans were warm in the sun as they hung on the line to dry — they seemed to comfort her and I caught this tender moment before she discovered I had the camera pointed at her.