This is it. The new toy. Canon PowerShot ELPH 510 HS Digital Camera Touch screen. 12x zoom. So far… pretty stinking cool. This is what will bring you cows and calves, cowboys and creekwalks, and for the next few weeks… Christmas scenery! Time will tell if Canon products hold up to Wyoming dust. If anyone…
Author: Carol
Tootsies
I’m home. I left Kaycee this afternoon, positive that Victoria can handle those boys! She might need an extra hand or two on occasion… but in the past few days, she’s become an expert on tandem feeding. It is an art. The boys are getting it figured out as well. I’ve learned a great deal…
Lights of Kaycee
Victoria had a great idea tonight… I should head down to Chris LeDoux’s memorial park and take some photos for you guys. I jumped at the chance even though low light photography is a major weakness of mine! Although the LeDoux family has done a great job with the trees in the park…. There were…
Wow. Simplicity
Ok. Now that’s just plain stupid. I’ve called go daddy multiple times… Never did anyone suggest their remote blogging feature by email. They could have had a much happier client if they’d told me about this! I just found it wandering around my settings… Certainly, it is limiting… No hyperlinks… Well, let me check that…https://reddirtinmysoul.com/2010/12/12/the-antlers-quartet.aspx….
TestTest
Ok, folks, I’ve whined about this… Let’s see if I can get a remote post on my blog with this iPad. Hold onto your hats.. I’m posting this now!
I Know, I Know
I know. I know. I took off without officially telling you where I was going… even basically what the Sam Hill was going on! But if you noticed my tweets on the left sidebar… you had a clue. I’m at Victoria’s home… helping with the twins! I wanted to blog. Really, I did. The first…
Wordless Wednesday – “Otter Creek Fog”
For my Wordless entry this week… Fog lays along Otter Creek on a “cool” Wyoming winter day… **** December 7, 2010 Warm Fuzzy December 7, 2009 Brave Sadie December 7, 2008 Reprieve
Replacement Heifer
The home made branding iron heats in the cedar fire. The snow melts backwards in ridges. The heifer clangs into the chute. The iron is pulled and a “0” appears on the heifer’s hip. Born in 201*0*, it is now forever imprinted on her hide. She holds inside her black self, fantastic genetics, a good…