Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Montana Cowboys (and Cowgirls)

Branding and working cattle at cow camp a few miles
from Roberts, Montana.









Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Bubbles!

Any time is bubble time!





Sunday, February 26, 2012

These Boots are made for Walkin'

"These boots are made for walkin'
and that's just what they'll do!"


"Are you ready, boots?"





A Baby In Mary's Doll Buggy

"Who's driving this crate, anyway?"


"Has anyone seen my binky?"


Saturday, February 25, 2012

Striking a Pose

Emma, Hannah, and Madison,
striking a pose.


Amish Wagon

Family wagon in Amish Country,
Bird-in-hand, Pennsylvania.



Hunting Camp

Terry and Del cooking on a wood stove at hunting camp
outside Big Timber at the base of the Crazy Mountains.






Friday, February 24, 2012

A Schnauzer's worst nightmare!


When your master wants to play Pat-a-Cake!

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man
Roll it up, roll it up, and throw it in a pan

Denise and Buster play Pat-a-cake!!
 

Thursday, February 23, 2012

The Summer of '54

In the summer of '54 the young budding gardener Denise
fights fiercely to keep the dandelions from invading her
Johnny-jump-ups!!!



The Only Photo Known to Exist

This is the only known photo that exists of
our daughter Heidi actually wearing her glasses!


Our daughter Heidi and her husband Ben.
Still no glasses!


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Dawn Wind, by Rudyard Kipling

The Dawn Wind

The Fifteenth Century
At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen,
  You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun.
And the trees in the shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten,
  And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.         

So do the cows in the field. They graze for an hour and lie down,
  Dozing and chewing the cud; or a bird in the ivy wakes, 
Chirrups one note and is still, and the restless Wind strays on,
  Fidgeting far down the road, till, softly, the darkness breaks.

Back comes the Wind full strength with a blow like an angel's wing,
 Gentle but waking the world, as he shouts: "The Sun! The Sun!"
And the light floods over the fields and the birds begin to sing,
 And the Wind dies down in the grass. It is day and his work is done.                              

So when the world is asleep, and there seems no hope of her waking
  Out of some long, bad dream that makes her mutter and moan,
Suddenly, all men arise to the noise of fetters breaking,
  And every one smiles at his neighbour and tells him his soul is his own!


by Rudyard Kipling

Tuy Hoa Air Strip, South Vietnam - November 1967

Waiting on the air strip at Tuy Hoa Air Force Base
for our C130 flight as our Brigade moves to Dak To.




We finally load at night after a ten hour wait for our sortie.





Monday, February 20, 2012

Montana Urban Whitetails

A bevy of whitetail bucks decided to bed down in my back yard yesterday.
I see the one on the left has not yet shed his antlers but the one on the right
already has little nubs where his new set is starting.



Sunday, February 19, 2012

Whirligigs and Pinwheels

"If they think this five cent pinwheel is going to
keep us occupied all morning, they're crazy"!


"What do you do with these things anyway?"


"Yah, right"!