cowboy cabin for an introvert

it is no secret i am an introvert; not to be confused with a misanthrope.  i love humans and i love my friends.  
  introverts are often drained of energy after lengthy interactions with other humans; contrast this to extroverts who are energized by being with groups.  
introverts think deeply; talk sparingly.
introverts love solitude; they love quiet; they love home.
enter the wilderness cabin (aka:  the bunkhouse), my dream for introversion.  
it's where i hope to go to recover.
to replenish the spirit.
this particular dreamy cabin is about 300 sqare feet of
remote, rustic minimalist living.
cabin is in an undisclosed location in the mountains of Arizona. 

Windmills in the Wild West

Okay I'll admit it:   another trespassing adventure. (All photographers do this don't they??)
I have an interest in windmills and how efficiently they work to bring water up to humans and other creatures (Pronghorn as the case was today.)  
So, I jumped the fence and it was worth it.
The dogs got a swim and I got a fresh drink of water.
I stuck my face right up to the pump shaft and took a drink.
This is the motor for (I guess) when the wind isn't blowing and the tanks need to be filled.
It looks like they hook it up to something else. (An old diesel generator?)
But today, the wind was blowing beautifully and water was pumping up from beneath the surface.
Water is a lovely sight here in the high desert.
Images were captured with my Pentax K10, 45mm, a 4+ macro filter, and my exquisite new (to me) vintage Argoflex seventy-five.
To read more about TtV photography, go HERE.
To see some beautiful examples, go HERE.
~texture used on all images:  "Subtly Yours" by Kim Klassen~
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Storm Love, Where I've Been, and Why I am Leaving

There was a storm moving in and lots of love going 'round.

I have had a lot of questions and e-mails asking why I have to (chose to) leave the place I love.
Before I answer, please read this:  "Growing Wild" to see what it is, exactly, I am leaving.
The connecting post was published in Natural Life and Life Learning Magazines this past year.
If you are interested in unschooling or living a simple, organic life check out these magazines.
After reading "Growing Wild", go here: "Leaving What I Love"
I am a better person for having been here; I am grateful.
I am also planning the next wild adventure; stay tuned.

Mesa and Meadow

A storm was moving in over the west edge of the mesa; one of the horses stood looking to the east.  The light was just perfect on the trees.  That's how it is here; always a magical moment.

New Foal Crop!

In the shadow of the Mesa, the mares and foals live a natural life.  For miles there is nothing but creeks, mesas, coyotes and cottonwoods.  We walk out among the herd to feel the presence of fresh, new life.  These foals haven't had many human moments, yet seem unafraid of us.  I even reached out and scratched one on the rump and it turned to see what I was doing but stayed!

Today I am giving thanks for yesterday's rain, new life, my sweet friends, and the wildness still in this world.

Linking to:  Kim Klassen's Texture Tuesday 
Lisa Gordon's Creative Exchange


Tiny Things I Love

I am in Love.  
And I give thanks for my life everyday!
Some people focus on things they don't want, don't like or don't have.
For most of my life (with rare exceptions) I have focused on what I love, what I have, and the infinite POSSIBILITIES of what may be.

Right this moment I Love the smell of monsoon rain on dry soil and Ponderosa trees, dragonflies, my family, the perfection of nature at work, the late afternoon sun across the meadow, using solar power, being able to see, being able to run, being able to hold the creatures I love (human and otherwise,) silence, laughter, fruit on the pear trees, shade, water, fresh garden veggies, cream from Sola (for my coffee) and.. oh yeah, My Coffee!
What are you grateful for?

Canon, Nikon, or ?

It may be time to buy a new camera.  I have been taking photos with my Pentax K10 since 2006; I like what it does, so why change?  I feel a bit of pressure from all the photographers around me (all self-induced.)  They are using $3000 and $4000 cameras.  Mine cost just under $1000 for body and lens.  It is only 10mp.  Do I need more?

I do like the Canon.  But will it make me a better photographer; I don't think so.  My vision is my vision no matter what I shoot with, right?  Any suggestions?  I really don't have $3000 to spend on a new camera.  In fact, I really just love my Holga 120N ($25).  If you have any ideas or thoughts on YOUR favorite camera, please shoot them my way.  Nikon?  Canon?  Sony?

Walnut Creek Mint (for tonight's spring rolls.)

I would love to hear what you all are shooting with and see some of your work.  Provide links to your photos if you can; I'd love to see the work and know what camera made each photograph.  Thanks for all your comments and e-mails.

Leaving what I Love

Something I will miss (on a daily basis) is the way the afternoon sun hits last year's grass and lights it up.  Anyone who has connected to land this way will understand what I mean.  And for those who haven't, imagine just loving the sight of anything your child does.  That pure joy of watching their joy, or the heart wrenching feeling of seeing them hurt.  Loving land does compare to that feeling.  It is deep in you; it is part of your flesh.

When the rancher up creek clear-cuts the old growth Ponderosa for his cattle, you feel it in your stomach; your heart.

I am leaving Walnut Creek for my family.  My youngest child (whose brothers are no longer home) has needed more than what we could provide here on the land.  I am not talking about schooling; though she has decided to go to school after being unschooled her whole life.  I am talking about more socializing and pursuing her dreams of competitive gymnastics and playing with a sting band.  All of these activities are an hour drive from home.  Being in town all day, gas prices, getting home after dark, having my dogs pissed off at me, never seeing my horses, not being able to keep up with my garden, and mostly not being able to do my job here at the Walnut Creek Center; these are the reasons why I could not stay here.  I am back for the summer (my last) until the new managers take the position.  After that...I'm not sure.

My children are only children for another 8 years or so.  I can pursue my dreams after they've gotten a good start on theirs. They lived on this land and close to nature, in very remote and rustic conditions for most of their lives.  That style of life isn't for everyone and it never felt right imposing my dreams on them (unless they, too, wanted the same thing.)

In a few years, I will move back to the cabin in the mountains where all I hear at night are coyotes, tree frogs and elk bugling.  For now, I will enjoy the last six weeks I have with my Love Land.  After that, I will still come twice a week to tend to the horses, walk the creeks and mesas, and photograph the land I love best.

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Beautiful Forgotten Bottles

As I settle into my last summer here at Walnut Creek, I find myself wandering around remembering (before I'm even gone) all the things I love so deeply about this place.  From the way the mesa looks at sunrise to the way the light filters through the windows in the early morning and late afternoon.  Inside or out, I have camera in hand, capturing it all with the intense love I feel for this place.  This is my sixth summer here (and my last.)  So this summer I can bet nearly all of my posts will be in honor of the Creek (Apache/Walnut) and the Mesa (Juniper) I hold so dear.  This, of course, includes things like the way the late afternoon sun lights the bottles I have collected and put on the old window sill.

Here is the same photo before editing.