30th Day of the Hunting Moon, 45 Winters

A spirit will fade, at times. I believe I can trace the fading of mine to last fall when my father passed away, and shortly after that also decided it was time to find new homes for my horses. Since then, things have just been different.

A tweak to my prayers has changed things a little, though, and wonder of wonders, unintentionally, I’m getting closer to picking up this project of mine that shares how I feel about the Master of Breath and the soul-warming scenery that is provided for us while we spend time here.

I will not be trying to pick up where I had left off last winter. It’s time to let those tracks be blown away and covered with snow, ready for new tracks.

May we all find peace in the winds.

11th Day of the Crow Moon, 45 Winters

It had been over a month since I felt well enough to get out into the winds again, and took my youngest dog with me.

Turkeys in the distance.

Ellie tearing after turkey scent.

The remains of a deer, with lots of coyote tracks around.

We enjoyed ourselves to the fullest. Ellie even had a smile.

Take care –

Spotted Face

4th Day of the Hunger Moon, 45 Winters

I find myself trying to play “catch up” again. It will feel funny posting photos of winter, at first, but that’s what I feel I need to do to get going again.

This day, I walked both the the tops of the hills and the bottoms, searching for rabbits for the freezer, with no luck. It felt great to be out anyway, as this past winter was full of reasons why I thought I should stay near the house.

Interesting story here – it looks like the mouse escaped.

Otter slides on the frozen creek.

A couple of close-ups I thought were interesting –

Take care –

Spotted Face

26th Day of the Snow Moon, 45 Winters

I was very rushed this day, and only had a couple of hours before sundown, and I wanted fresh trout.

The trout were there but did not cooperate.

20th Day of the Snow Moon, 45 Winters

We hadn’t had much snow here in this part of the world until just recently. Makes for good easy walking through the hills.

Spent some time under a pine stand. Love listening to the winds through them –

Out from the woods and onto what used to be a bald hilltop. Sumacs are taking over –

On the way back down to my truck I spotted a nest with an egg in it. During the Snow Moon? Here? Nope. Just a hickory nut that had fallen in. I love this.