Getting to spend time behind the camera lens just speaks to my soul. The pictures are never extraordinary, but they are small snippets into my world and I become so immersed in the view that I get lost. I wish I could capture the smell of the air on Sunday morning. This was the first morning I reached for my jacket and I was elated! 45° and glorious!
We took Sunday off. Well, sort of. There really are no days off on a ranch. I still fixed breakfast although it was served at the leisurely hour of 6 am, and DH and Grandpa still saddled up.
They moved a few head around
and brought a couple more in
and I took advantage of the free morning and snapped a few shots.
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And I will never tire of taking pictures of this man working
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I asked him to turn around
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and he said, "But that is my best side".
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Rascal.
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He will never pose for a picture so what you see is what you get
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but I'm not complaining. :)
I revealed in the crisp air,
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the green pastures,
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and the morning light.
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There is an essence to fall that just delights the senses and I was all wrapped up in it as I soaked up the blessings of a quiet Sunday morning. It was the perfect morning for basking in the morning sun:
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And a little stretching. Equine yoga, anyone?
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As well as perfect scratching weather
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Oh, I wanted to bottle it up when the horses meandered in from the horse trap and gathered round me.
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These sniffers of coat collars.
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These lovers of nuzzled noses.
These ticklers of warm whiskers.
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The good Lord truly created something magical in the horse. I wish you could have smell-a-vision. I'll admit that the combination of the tank water, the dew-kissed grass, the horses snuggling up against me and jostling for position to get closer, and watching DH and his Dad a horseback made me misty eyed. Sappy? Perhaps, but I wouldn't change a thing. I know I should have been back at the house getting ready for church, but I honestly could not have been closer to God or praised him any more than I did this morning in that pasture. All glory and honor goes to Him and I am incredibly thankful for this gift he has given me.
I'm going to print out a couple of these shots and tape them to my kitchen cabinets to remind me of this morning when I am bemoaning the fact that I am chained to the kitchen for 6 more days. I am also going to wrap my camera deep in a quilt and stuff it in the back of the armoire so I won't be able to hear it's muffled cries to be released from captivity because I am weak and it would be so easy to let it lead me astray and abandon my kitchen duties. Could you blame me?