Lois

Lois Harvey is one of my most favorite friends. She is the bookseller who taught me how to be a bookseller.

I love this picture because of the flowers and the light and her long hair and the hat.

Crooked Wash BLM Road 1509

Many years ago, my grandfather and father held the grazing lease for much of this land for their large herds of sheep. I presume they used this for part of the winter range. This is a vast and empty space, mostly public land and dry as dust.

The long view across Crooked Wash to the Danforth Hills. Further south is a goat trail through the wash that crosses (I believe) a tiny piece of private property and then connects to the road to Meeker.

All across Moffat County are vast areas of wildfire burned tracts. This is at the top of the Crooked Wash basin which burned in the last ten years. The fire often leaves the amazing skeletal shapes of the juniper trees.

My beloved husband considering this spot for a geocache.

Truck

Orignially, a 35 mm photo that I scanned and saved. I loved it when I first saw it; I love it still. It was taken on the Williams Fork ranch.

Early days in Routt County

This is a farmstead south of Phippsburg, Colorado. The building with the green tar-paper roof is the house; the other buildings are sheds for various things: coal, farm tools, small barn/chicken coop with tin roofs.



Wealthy out-of-towners recently purchased the property (2008), and this is probably all gone by now.

Pearl

A photograph of my niece, Pearl Eve Wyman. She was probably five or six in this picture. She will be 10 in a few days.

Pick up the Day

Pick up the day
by Peter Connor

Pick up the day
with both hands and
shape something

out of it.

When you are through,
after the sun has set,
place it carefully on your shelf

of yesterdays,

and clear some space for tomorrow.

Big Gulch

My dear brother, David, asked me to find a few photos of Big Gulch, as he and my father have decided it is time to sell this lovely ranch. It breaks my heart to part with this place where I first lived when I moved here.

This is the wild, lonely place that Sadie dug up voles, tossing them into the air and swallowing them. She swam across the pond, wandered around the meadows, chased foxes and could stay out all night.

I was more lonely living here than anywhere or time in my life; in spite of that, I loved it with a whole heart.