Freezing fog in one large brush stroke paints the entire scene with frost.
I guess most of us wouldn’t relate Winter with being thirsty. I am sure when most think of a place with very little water our minds would drift to a very hot arid environment, covered mostly in sand, and a blazing Sun.
But Winter can lock the water tight in it’s most solid form. There is water everywhere in these pics, but it takes heat to unlock it to it’s drinkable form.
The first two pics as well as the third one are taken of the exact same spot in Beaver Creek. What made the difference beyond being photographed about twenty days apart is that Winter has cast her magical spell of cold temps and moving wind to create her barrier over the moving creek.
Frank and I have opened the holes in the first two pics to allow access to the water. The horses are standing on the frozen creek. Last week it we had it open to the size of a large water trough but below zero temps and a good stiff wind sealed it up.
The even more interesting part is that Frank and I look for more than horse tracks leading to the opened water. Deer, coyotes and others use the opened water to quench their thirst. That makes me happy !
I added the last pic to show you what I look like while I am out and about. Taken the same day as the first two. Yep, that is the moisture from my breath starting to freeze on my scarf. It was about -6 F when I took the recent pics with a windchill way down in the -20s range. Didn’t take long for me to stick my phone back in my pocket because my finger tips started to hurt. Brrrrr for sure.
So next time you think of the searing Sun over a parched desert when you are thirsty this Winter. Take a drink and be happy where you get your water. Then wiggle your toes in your fuzzy slippers and smile at how warm they are.
And oh yea ! Aren’t the ladies in the pics just beautiful !!!
Promised myself years ago I would be someplace cool doing something that stirs emotion on my birthday. I have woke to a sunrise in the desert of Death Valley, watched a Bald Eagle teach her offspring how it is to be an incredible raptor on the Mississippi river. Just a few of many. And today ? -5 degrees F. Linton, North Dakota. -20 F tonight. Staying in and dinner and movie with my favorite dog. Happy Birthday to me !
So my good friend Mike inquired as how my pal was doing. He is still healing but things are so much better.
He has regained the twenty pounds he lost after the accident, and his wound is barely open. Time heals all.
Every once in a while he still has a little difficulty eating when he gulps his food. But he eats well, no longer painfully turning away from the food I just poured. Frank has kept him well supplied with sausage and biscuits from time to time. He immediately sits when I walk through the door with the aluminium package of happiness.
He rode down to Texas and back to deliver three horses that will one day be living in France.
He was happy to see his friend Sammi who is known to spoil him rotten as well.
He is still the happy, jumpy, tough guy he has always been. Going on alert when he sees the horses. Barking when they are playing with each other. He refuses to move when I start the shop vac insisting I vacuum his big self first.
He sleeps harder than he used too. But that is okay. He has earned it putting up with me all these years.
It was snowing when I took these pics. Snow still excites him !
Dos yeguas dama. Dakota Del Norte