Monthly Archives: March 2019

The Trouble with Drones

 

 

At the Equinox

 

 

Our Merry Christmas weekend—to utilize our time around the Christmas and New Year’s holidays for branding calves and/or feeding, we have moved our family get-together to the springtime. The weather is warmer, travel is less hectic, most of our cattle work is done while Dry Creek is usually colorful instead of gray. Though unconventional, it makes perfect sense to us.

 

SOLACE OF RIDGES

 

 

The solace of ridges
I cannot reach
but with my eyes,

I have shared
with generations here
put to rest before me—

while the lower ground
churns with the business
of getting bigger,

milking the earth
for all she’s worth,
building fortunes and cities.

We are not prepared
to go hungry, thirst
without water to irrigate

a meal. We must learn
to look beyond ourselves
to see our children’s

future, work together
to shape a world
that’s not a living hell.

 

BASIC ELEMENTS

 

Back to basics with the loss of power that lasted until late this morning due to an isolated thunderstorm yesterday afternoon bringing nearly 3 inches in an hour or so. Robbin and I got the dominos and candles out.

 

 

Cattle people trying
to manage grass
in the West

dare not cuss the rain
or otherwise risk
pissing-off the gods

that might be related
to the ones who care
for the ill and dying.

                    Seed
                    Rain
                    Grass
                    Seed

all the basic elements
we need
to continue living.

 

Time Out

 

 

A wonderful couple days with our dear Canadian friends, Denise Withnell and David Wilke of Cowboy Celtic as wildflowers bloom like paint spilled, growing puddles of color everywhere you look.

 

California Golden Poppies

 

 

Thank you, Maureen Sudlow, for making me aware that some people have not seen our Golden Poppies up close. This photo is from March 26, 2010.

 

Hills on Fire

 

 

It was difficult navigating Dry Creek Road over the weekend for all the photographers parked in this narrow thoroughfare. I have a feeling that the conflagration is just beginning.

 

Wit and Wisdom at the 35th National Cowboy Poetry Gathering

 

 

Wit and Wisdom at the 35th National Cowboy Poetry Gathering

 

IN THE GLOAMING

 

 

Evening conversation dwells
on a thin cow, vaccine
protocol and the dog’s limp

without a hint of politics
beyond the barbed wire—
beyond this ground and grass.

We don’t want to know
what makes the news—
what makes the outside world

tick with greed and power.
Evening conversation dwells
on more important things.

 

How America’s food giants swallowed the family farms

 


 

How America’s food giants swallowed the family farms