This week, we met a man from Santa Fe selling Native hand-woven rugs.
He has the same name as one of our Grandsons.
He was homesick, and his tooth hurt.
We suggested a dentist.
Finally, we struck a deal.
Brightly-colored rugs came home with us.
We have older woven rugs hung as art.
We're using the new rugs on the floor.
Their bright splash of color pleases me.
I appreciate the skill of the weavers.
Fox tracks criss-cross our property.
Last week, the fox barked and startled me.
Mostly, they're silent visitors.
I enjoy watching them.
In 1996, Mary and I spent the start of a very cold new year in Yellowstone.
We accompanied wildlife guides and scientists tracking
the newly-introduced wolves.
On a frigid morning, we cross country skied through the wilderness.
We came upon a bison standing so near a geyser
he was covered in ice.
We passed single-file very close to the enormous animal
which thankfully remained still and watchful.
Last year, I saw a bison photo at a Breckenridge craft show.
It reminded me of the bison Mary and I "met."
Now it hangs in my great room.
My husband and I saw a cute redhead enjoying the scenery on the Burro Trail.
"Andy" is carried by his people because he's too elderly to walk long distances.
He wears special doggy goggles to protect his eyes.
During my morning exercise, I paused at this sculpture.
I thought of a friend who will soon begin
radiation therapy for breast cancer.
The sun glinted off the eagle,
bringing tears to my eyes.
Thank you to my blog friend, Nancy,