I've found myself feeling somewhat uninspired again by the prospect of tromping around in the dry dusty landscape that is our ranch nowadays. Last weekend, I never did get out and about - although I was productive in other ways, specifically shoveling left over stucco stuff from the renovation work being done on our house. That was quite the strenuous afternoon.
I felt bereft to some extent though, away from the camera for a couple weeks.
Although I was still feeling a bit down in the mouth yesterday I decided to go out anyway. I finished up my post-breakfast chores, plopped my camera pack on my back and headed north. You already know what I'm going to say. Once I was out there looking at things, it was great. Nifty, in fact.
In spite of the drought, I managed to find a little pocket near the river where four (!) unknown-to-me wildflowers bloomed. I've since been able to identify three, and am still working on the fourth. I love that.
I got a great picture of one of the neighbor's humongous black bulls, all of whom I call Bruno.
However, I am most pleased with this image. The neighbors had unlocked the gate across the ford (Chowchilla River) and put the lock in a safe place.