Saturday, June 29, 2013

Turning One

I got to take some pictures of a sweet little girl for her first birthday.   I am not comfortable taking pictures of people of any size and probably never will be. I think it is a real art to arrange  people and make them fill comfortable in front of a camera my hats off to those who do it for a living.  
I enjoy the editing far more.


Thursday, June 20, 2013

Mount Olivet Cemetery

Mount Olivet Cemetery is the only cemetery established by an Act of Congress.  The Mount Olivet Cemetery Act designated the cemetery as a burial place for all people.  Signed by President Ulysses S. Grant in 1874, the Act wisely designated administration of the new Cemetery to a Board of Trustees.  This Board consisted of the Minister and one layman from each of five denominations having churches in Salt Lake City.  Through the intervening years, succeeding groups of Clergy and prominent layman have administered the affairs of Mount Olivet, serving without remuneration of any kind and developing one of the west's most beautiful cemetery.

It is home to a small deer population
When driving by you can see big bucks lounging under the shade of the trees or  the does with their fawns eating the vegetation that surrounds the historic spot.



Sunday, June 16, 2013

Friday, June 14, 2013

“Happiness held is the seed; happiness shared is the flower”

Next to our horse  corral is a vacant lot.
No one has touched it in years. 
Weeds come and go but this time I noticed some colorful spots popping up,
so my sister and I  decided to investigate.
The weeds were almost as tall  as us. 
 The deer often use this spot to hide from all the housing that has consumed their usual habitat.
All I can think is that when we had those horrible east winds
 it deposited seeds and bulbs from others yards on to this lot.

Poor Denice by the time she romped around with me she was hit with allergies and spent the rest of the night with swollen eyes , runny nose , Claritin and nose spray.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Wild Horses of Utah

Dennis and I figured this would be our last chance to get out to the West Desert to see if we could find the wild horses again before the summer heat moved in. We all know wild horses magically disappear when the summer heat moves in.

You know when you have your favorite fishing hole.. the one you always have good luck with? It's hard to decide to try a new place when we have had such good luck the last time we were there.  Not getting lucky...just seeing wild horses. Not stallions (insert shirtless cowboy), but animals. We pondered about it over our morning grits and decided to venture out on to the other side of the Cedar Mountain range.  We drove for miles seeing plenty of watering troughs, but no indication that they were being used. The only wild life we saw was about six head of cattle and one scary snake. 

We began to think we were not going to see anything except each other.   We reckoned we had driven far enough and needed to start riding.  No sooner had Dennis unloaded the first horse then he could see a band of horses far south of us.  I hurried to get my camera out so I could get at least one picture of them before they caught wind of us and would be long gone.

Once we mounted (our horses) Dennis made the plan to ride further west, and circle back up. We would never ride straight toward them, but keeping parallel to them. Once we got closer we dismounted our horses, sneaking behind them, using them as camouflage so to speak. We finally came to a stop just so we could watch them, and we were tired of crawling by the back end of the gassy horses.

 All of a sudden we heard bunch of whinnying and the sound thundering hooves beating on the ground behind us...  Another band of horses were coming to join the ones we were watching!  When the second herd got there it was so exciting, I almost dropped  my ENSURE.  We were hiding behind our horses still when we were noticed, and they stopped to give us the stink eye. There were about five horses, three paints and two roans.   

They formed a scouting party and were coming to check us out. Good thing I wore my cutest boots.
 As the charged up the hill toward us I did not know whether to drop the cameras and run, or stand in the path of their stampede and take more pictures. 

 They came right up to us, and of course once they got up to us and realized we weren't fellow horses, they were gone in a flash and a bang. Just like my twenties.

 Wow ! What a thrill. Best thing I've seen since Matlock.
PS...letting  my daughter Kacy proofread my post has added a great deal of more chuckles, I think I need to hire her.

 A scorched tree with new growth coming in behind it