Posted in Photographs
Tagged cows, Drought, Going Home, Greasy Creek, photographs, weekly-photo-challenge
Mothers to the weaned calves that went to town Wednesday were ready to head home when we arrived early yesterday morning. A small front passing through Yosemite left us overcast with a cool upcanyon breeze.
The cows know the routine and really only need us to open and close the gates.
A beautiful morning to be horseback despite the dust. No hoots, no hollers, easy business as the cows chugged up the hill, going home.
Compadres.
Native generations rise
at water, hoof and pad,
inhaled at dawn.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Drought, dust, Greasy Creek, haiku, Indian Ground, Natives, photographs, poetry, water, Yokuts
We have culled the cows again,
dependable girls
raising good calves every year
let me walk within the crowd
of old hides in the corral—
we’ve known each other well.
It was artful, the long trail
of green alfalfa flakes
spaced on dry grassless ground,
last evening’s table set before
I called them from their shade tree—
before today’s auction ring.
It’s time.
They will never look
this good again.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged cull cows, Drought, Greasy Creek, photographs, poetry, weather
Posted in Photographs
Tagged Drought, Greasy Creek, photographs, rain, Sulphur Peak, water, Wordless Wednesday
We are gnats on the elephant
dependent on weather
and her mastodonian nature:
a flick of an ear or a downpour.
She has taught us to be adaptable,
to stay humble, to turn tragedies
to opportunities and despite
our good luck, revel quietly
upon our small part of her dusty
hide. And she accepts us—as long as
we remain less irritating than those
on the rest of her landscape.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Greasy corrals, Greasy Creek, photographs, poetry, rain, Sulphur Peak, weather
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged deer, Greasy Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, weekly-photo-challenge
Not many left who care
to see the dance, a flash
of flesh beneath her leaves,
she teases him when he’s not
watching hawks and deer—
well before you ever get there.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Blue Oak, Bush Monkeyflowers, Greasy Creek, Manzanita, photographs, poetry, wildflowers
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Drought, Greasy Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, Pretty Face, Sierra Tidy Tips, Sulphur Peak, weather, wildflowers