I measure my life by the wildflowers.
Crocuses, a sign of spring.
These skies.
Moisture.
Clouds rolling over the hill.
Life is art.
On the backroads.
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Looking West.
Bale grazing set up for the cows.
Native pasture looking west.
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Cattle coming up the road towards home.
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Fall sunshine.
I never tire of this sky.
View from the Outhouse.
The boys gathering A7 cattle in the smoke from BC fires.
Waiting for the gather.
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