Heart Day

It was hubby's day to check to see if he had a heart. I thought, okay, pretty country around Mountain Home, so I'll take my camera.

We began the trip early because hubby knew every slow poke in the world would be in front of him on the way there and he would be late. Gosh, let's try a little positive thinking here!

Speeding along at seventy on the crooked roads is not good for picture taking. Hubby says, honey I'll slow down if you want to take pictures so he slows to fifty-five in a forty-five zone. We approach the dam on Norfork Lake. What a great opportunity to take a picture...not!

There are warning signs, stop ahead, men at work...he flies over the dam. I say, you ran that stop light, he said what stop light. I said the one they sat up because they are working on the dam.

Can you see this stop light?

Flying low, I tried to capture the water.

Here's proof I am telling the truth.

I resort to taking pictures out the back window as we fly by.

PS. The doc says he still has a heart, but I'm giving him his head on a platter.

A Deep Fog

took me back millions of years.

I could see dinosaurs lurking in the fog.

I heard the leathery wings.

The ground trembled with the footsteps of giants.

Then the fog cleared.

I knew I was alone.

A Wordless Celebration Of Spring

Bee Cause...

Sometimes we miss the little things.

Sometimes we do not look down because we are hurrying forward.

There is beauty in the small things

...and there's always life.

Why should be look?

BEE cause we can!

A Walk

Daddy used to say he was closer to God in the woods than in any church. Today I went to Daddy's church.

I will not speak of the devastation but only of the beauty I saw today. Sometimes we just have to look past that and see the truth of things to come.

My favorite place on the entire farm is the Rock Hollow. Hollow is self explanatory but the beauty is unimaginable. Look past the downed trees.  Look for the beauty.

I went alone but not really.
The dogs kept me company and I felt companions I did not see.

The water moved gently through cracks and crevices, the only source was the past rain. Was it ever live water and did it tumble to the creek on its path to the ocean?

I stopped to look over the valley. Although it has changed, it is still beautiful. I tried not to see what we lost but what we have.

The saddle tree survived and I rode as have three generations or more.

I even played with the timer on my camera.

Wish you could have been there. It was heavenly!