My family called them thunder mugs. I think most people call them chamber pots. Under any name, they probably beat going out to the out house in the middle of the night in the winter snow.
new rooster
We've gone a long time without a picture of a chicken. I know you are going into fowl withdrawal, so her is a photo of the new rooster. He needs a name. I called the last one Barnaby Millstone. What should we call this fine bird?
one of these things
One of these things is not like the others. One of these things just doesn't belong…
Meet the new donkey. No name to report yet, but she sure is wooley.
ewe and lamb
coffee run
random hallway
farm rockets
They look like squat silver rockets itching to lift off and leave the ground. Sometimes, you just need to use that imagination that life has tried to beat out of you.
butchering day
Sunday was butchering day on the farm. The hog had been slaughtered and cleaned on Saturday. The different cuts will be soaked in brine and then placed in the smoke house to cure and add flavor.
three amigos
Zach, Jane and Maggie enjoy the sun. Zach is incredibly social and doesn't know that he is not a horse. So, he runs with the big dogs.
sisters redux
Sometimes I just can't let go of an image. I know that someplace inside of the photo I took, there is a better image. In the case of Sisters, i knew that the real picture was located around the horses heads and the wonderfully contrasting light.
After allowing my thoughts to steep in my head for a couple days, I cropped the photo into a portrait aspect ratio instead of a landscape image. The photo now tells a different story, one that I prefer over the wider landscape shot.
What do you think? Is this an improvement?
tim mcmurdo 