This week I have been able to finally get the handrail built for granny out on the front steps, and since David is having his knees replaced this is a great idea! I also helped granny set her bed up so that David will be able to get in and out easier after he gets home from hospital from the first knee surgery today or tomorrow. Also, Jordan and I got the fence moved at the back of the arena so that the horses (hopefully) won’t try to push it down while reaching for vegetation. Kirynie and I have had some good quality time together this week too, including taking a break out and shooting some photos of Angel Peak with snow on it, which is relatively rare, so I am told. This year it has been white more days than it has not.
As you can see, I live in the desert, so snow is not a highly expected sight.
The sun is blasting the palm tree just outside our bedroom window right now, screaming that it is morning, and time to get up! I have run through Facebook to see if anyone I know is up to anything unusual, or fun, or exciting. Last night I found out that one of my classmates from Broomfield, a girl I don’t remember at all, was murdered. Never does such a thing sit right on one’s mind, even on such a morning as this one. But with animals and a baby to care for, and between my wife and I, three homespun businesses to try to get up and running, I am positive I’ll keep busy enough to formulate thoughts that mask my mind from it.
Watching light caress the surfaces of our bedroom, and the distant hills outside, inspires me to want to converse with it, to hold it, and to preserve it in the frame of a photo. It is inspiring, and probably the greatest part of me. Light is what I live for. Without it, I would not have photography. I would not be able to cast an eye on my beautiful wife and daughter. I would be without vision, which in turn would leave my mind virtually empty of ideas, I am sure.
The boys are excited for the weekend to come. Jordan is especially glad, as he is not the one that is grounded, and because he really wants to get out on one of the horses and go for a ride into the desert. Hopefully the weather and our plans will cooperate. It is meant to rain tonight and tomorrow, but the boys are on a three day weekend, so maybe Monday will make up for it.
Of all the thoughts currently on my mind, the one that is pestering me the most is getting hold of some heirloom seeds and getting them planted out in the garden. The Prospering Peasant needs to get some more content on it. I keep thinking that I would very much love to grow something I could sell at the local Farmer’s Market, and put it all under the theme of The Prospering Peasant, living at The Peasant’s Manor Farm. It would help build the baseline for the business that missus and I would like to develop into in the future, which would be an art center and bed and breakfast, with home grown food served onsite. We have so much to learn! Besides, it passes the time when I am not photographing anything!
Yesterday the baby and I got all the chickens out and let them run in the back yard. It was great fun watching them forage around. But they got put away quickly when TWO hawks flew low overhead and landed close by. I was surprised to find my darling two year old mad at me soon after for not helping her into her swing as requested, and being Mr. Johnny-on-the-spot about it! She ran up to the back door, opened it readily, and went in, giving me only a glance as she closed it. I went after her, but by the time I came in, she was on her way out the front door to play on that new handrail I had built!
Kelsey J Bacon
Logandale Trails are a short drive from my house.
It is a surreal landscape for four wheeling.
It is probably also one of the more intense places for four wheeling in America.
Now imagine it getting up to 120 degrees F.
A variation on Angel Peak.
Angel Peak as seen from the road leaving Logandale Trails.