A pile of old, broken, forgotten wagon parts sit on an old homestead east of town. The photo was computer enhanced.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Old Broken Forgotten
A pile of old, broken, forgotten wagon parts sit on an old homestead east of town. The photo was computer enhanced.
1932 Model A Ford Truck
This old truck sits on a Finnish homestead. It has rested here so long there are trees growing up through the cab. The 1932 license plate is still attached.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Sunset on the Maria's River.
It's the Maria's River, names so by Captain Lewis. Today it's called the Marias River.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
A sad day
Today is a sad day for me as well as my family and close friends. My little maltese, Maurice Ja'Nice passed away quietly in my arms on Tuesday. He has been our little one for 18 years. He was the best there ever was... finding a replacement will be next to impossible if at all...
Maurice was born in California in 1990, brought to Turkey and became ours at 8 months old. We traveled all over the world. He would wear his sunglasses and sit in my backpack as we climbed mountains and explored castles, Roman Ruins, and caves in Turkey and Cyprus. He walked the very streets that the apostle Paul walked in his home of Tarsus, visited the caves of the hidden Church's that Jesus preached in Antiock. He walked the floors of Cleopatra's personal bath house and played in the field of a large stadium where Christians and prisoners were mauled by lions for the amusement of the rich. He was served in restaurants on chairs and played in the surf of the Mediterranean Sea. He learned to love the taste of different breads and chicken served in any fashion. He wore his hair long to the floor and once someone said he looked like a dust mop ! He liked his ponytail bands to be white, gold, blue or my favorite shade of purple. I learned how to clean his teeth as a youngster with tools given to me by a dentist. He passed away at 18 with all his teeth, except one that came out when the granddaughter was swinging him by a towel and while airborne, let go of the end and went flying with his tooth left in the fabric. He didn't mind, it was a tiny bottom tooth and didn't show when he smiled or panted.
His vet kept in touch daily for the last week of his life. The doc had fallen in love with him 14 years ago and was making sure he was comfortable. He said it was unusual to have one pass away from natural causes (old age). Our 26th wedding anniversary was Sunday, and I think Maurice did not want to make that day sad, so he lingered until the early hours of Tuesday AM.
During the last week of his life, we would go for walks around the yard and sit in some of his favorite spots. One day we heard a loud chirping noise coming from the bird sanctuary. A small bird looked stuck in the feeder. He flew away when we approached. That bird chirped like a tribe of crickets in a war party! We called it "Cry baby". Every day for the whole week, Cry baby would cry. The other birds, sparrows, who were half his size, would bring him a worm or a bug as Cry baby did not eat seed very well. I think he was pushed out of his nest by his parents and the sparrows took over as surrogates. I would say," Oh Maurice, listen to the Cry baby again." He would listen as I held him in my arms and watched the bird as he sat pecking at the seed. I have tryed for 14 years to get the birds to eat from my hand. Never once until this week did that happen. Cry Baby came so close to watch Maurice and I sit on the patio, that I went in and brought out some bread to see if he would eat from me. I threw crumbs and he would eat. After 1 day, Cry baby was walking around my feet. Yesterday, Tuesday, I was sitting outside on the patio crying in deep sorrow. Cry baby came and sat on the chair next to me. We looked at one another and I felt a bond. I had prayed many times to the animal spirits to help Maurice pass over. I also prayed to St. Francis, protector of animals. I know in my heart they heard and helped us. I asked Maurice to give me a sign that he had passed and was still with me in spirit. Every morning Maurice and I would sit on the porch, he in his chair and me with my coffee and newspaper in my chair. This morning I was in terrible distress as I looked at Maurice's empty chair and the reality of his death was apparent again. All of a sudden Cry baby was on the patio and jumped onto the porch and walked over to me and cocked his head side to side and looked at me. I went in and brought out some bread he took a bite or two and flew off. I went inside and after a few minutes, a pecking sound came from my patio door. There was Cry baby, pecking on the glass door wanting me to come out or him to come in ? I laughed and said to my self, " is this a weird thing or a sign from Maurice that he is OK ?" After a few minutes, I looked up and there was Cry baby on the window sill looking in at me ! I smiled and acknowledged him. He flew off. He has visited me several times today. He walked around the lawn and followed me while I watered the garden and sat on the chair rail when I took a break. My friend, Joan, came over to witness Cry baby in action. It took only a few minutes and here he was! She handed him some bread and he almost came and ate it from her hand ! Then she told me she has had a baby bunny in her yard for the last 2 days. She had never had one stay so long and act so unafraid when she approached it. It has become entertaining to her and she looks forward to its appearances. It suddenly started to make sense in a strange way... This past Sunday I asked her to help me make Maurices blanket for his casket. I had saved the pretty bedding he had came to us with as a puppy, knowing one day I would use it for his final bed. Joan sewed white satin on the back and made a pillow for Maurice and one for me as a memory pillow. I went to by room and returned with the pillow and told her to look at the print. It was covered in cute little baby bunnies !!! I know that Maurice was giving her a sign and saying thank you the blanket and pillow and the little stuffed puppy she put in his casket. I believe there is a spirit to all living things, and that spirit remains forever, even after death. All you have to do is believe and listen...look for a sign when you ask for one and be still and listen, look and open your heart and mind. They will let you know.
There is so much I could continue to write about. Maurice was my baby, my heart. Life as I have known it for the past 18 years will be forever changed... My heart will always ache for this loss.
Maurice was born in California in 1990, brought to Turkey and became ours at 8 months old. We traveled all over the world. He would wear his sunglasses and sit in my backpack as we climbed mountains and explored castles, Roman Ruins, and caves in Turkey and Cyprus. He walked the very streets that the apostle Paul walked in his home of Tarsus, visited the caves of the hidden Church's that Jesus preached in Antiock. He walked the floors of Cleopatra's personal bath house and played in the field of a large stadium where Christians and prisoners were mauled by lions for the amusement of the rich. He was served in restaurants on chairs and played in the surf of the Mediterranean Sea. He learned to love the taste of different breads and chicken served in any fashion. He wore his hair long to the floor and once someone said he looked like a dust mop ! He liked his ponytail bands to be white, gold, blue or my favorite shade of purple. I learned how to clean his teeth as a youngster with tools given to me by a dentist. He passed away at 18 with all his teeth, except one that came out when the granddaughter was swinging him by a towel and while airborne, let go of the end and went flying with his tooth left in the fabric. He didn't mind, it was a tiny bottom tooth and didn't show when he smiled or panted.
His vet kept in touch daily for the last week of his life. The doc had fallen in love with him 14 years ago and was making sure he was comfortable. He said it was unusual to have one pass away from natural causes (old age). Our 26th wedding anniversary was Sunday, and I think Maurice did not want to make that day sad, so he lingered until the early hours of Tuesday AM.
During the last week of his life, we would go for walks around the yard and sit in some of his favorite spots. One day we heard a loud chirping noise coming from the bird sanctuary. A small bird looked stuck in the feeder. He flew away when we approached. That bird chirped like a tribe of crickets in a war party! We called it "Cry baby". Every day for the whole week, Cry baby would cry. The other birds, sparrows, who were half his size, would bring him a worm or a bug as Cry baby did not eat seed very well. I think he was pushed out of his nest by his parents and the sparrows took over as surrogates. I would say," Oh Maurice, listen to the Cry baby again." He would listen as I held him in my arms and watched the bird as he sat pecking at the seed. I have tryed for 14 years to get the birds to eat from my hand. Never once until this week did that happen. Cry Baby came so close to watch Maurice and I sit on the patio, that I went in and brought out some bread to see if he would eat from me. I threw crumbs and he would eat. After 1 day, Cry baby was walking around my feet. Yesterday, Tuesday, I was sitting outside on the patio crying in deep sorrow. Cry baby came and sat on the chair next to me. We looked at one another and I felt a bond. I had prayed many times to the animal spirits to help Maurice pass over. I also prayed to St. Francis, protector of animals. I know in my heart they heard and helped us. I asked Maurice to give me a sign that he had passed and was still with me in spirit. Every morning Maurice and I would sit on the porch, he in his chair and me with my coffee and newspaper in my chair. This morning I was in terrible distress as I looked at Maurice's empty chair and the reality of his death was apparent again. All of a sudden Cry baby was on the patio and jumped onto the porch and walked over to me and cocked his head side to side and looked at me. I went in and brought out some bread he took a bite or two and flew off. I went inside and after a few minutes, a pecking sound came from my patio door. There was Cry baby, pecking on the glass door wanting me to come out or him to come in ? I laughed and said to my self, " is this a weird thing or a sign from Maurice that he is OK ?" After a few minutes, I looked up and there was Cry baby on the window sill looking in at me ! I smiled and acknowledged him. He flew off. He has visited me several times today. He walked around the lawn and followed me while I watered the garden and sat on the chair rail when I took a break. My friend, Joan, came over to witness Cry baby in action. It took only a few minutes and here he was! She handed him some bread and he almost came and ate it from her hand ! Then she told me she has had a baby bunny in her yard for the last 2 days. She had never had one stay so long and act so unafraid when she approached it. It has become entertaining to her and she looks forward to its appearances. It suddenly started to make sense in a strange way... This past Sunday I asked her to help me make Maurices blanket for his casket. I had saved the pretty bedding he had came to us with as a puppy, knowing one day I would use it for his final bed. Joan sewed white satin on the back and made a pillow for Maurice and one for me as a memory pillow. I went to by room and returned with the pillow and told her to look at the print. It was covered in cute little baby bunnies !!! I know that Maurice was giving her a sign and saying thank you the blanket and pillow and the little stuffed puppy she put in his casket. I believe there is a spirit to all living things, and that spirit remains forever, even after death. All you have to do is believe and listen...look for a sign when you ask for one and be still and listen, look and open your heart and mind. They will let you know.
There is so much I could continue to write about. Maurice was my baby, my heart. Life as I have known it for the past 18 years will be forever changed... My heart will always ache for this loss.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Howdy!
I have not seen a blog post from anyone for awhile...Is anyone out there? It is Sunday night, July 27, 2008. I spent the afternoon getting things together to take to Choteau for the auction. The early evening was spent w/friends and family from church at the annual picnic at Mitchell pool.
It has been pretty hot, so am having to water the gardens often. My grandson Brandon left for New York City on Sat. I am depending on prayer for his safe return. He is only 7 and doesn't know the new family or their spanish language. His dad is not always forthrite...So I have to step up and put my trust in his words and promises. Karen Raymond (river lady) spent Friday with me and my 3 little granddaughters. we went to the movie 'Space Chimps' it was cute.
Well I hope someone gets this......please write back! always, Lynda
It has been pretty hot, so am having to water the gardens often. My grandson Brandon left for New York City on Sat. I am depending on prayer for his safe return. He is only 7 and doesn't know the new family or their spanish language. His dad is not always forthrite...So I have to step up and put my trust in his words and promises. Karen Raymond (river lady) spent Friday with me and my 3 little granddaughters. we went to the movie 'Space Chimps' it was cute.
Well I hope someone gets this......please write back! always, Lynda
Monday, July 21, 2008
Mountain goat photos.
We spent the day with the mountain goats. Watching them, talking to them, taking photos of them....
This baby was curious about us...
This mamma talked with me, she paid attention to every word I said! She was so calm, so peaceful...I'll never forget my visit with her.
These twins liked to lay together, they came to this place, dug down into the dirt to get a cooler bed, then flopped down to rest.
This goat stood on the edge of a cliff, chewing her cud, you can see her mouth was moving.
A baby playing with it's patient mom.
Soulful eyes, you can see wondrous lot of thinking going on in her mind.
This goat was across the cliff from us, hanging on like it was nothing. All in all, we took about 600 photos of these goats! I'll be adding them to my photo reference site for artists.
Thanks for stopping by to see my photos.
Donna
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