ranch light

Aw, Val Garrison. Dang it. The sunset at the ranch sure was beautiful tonight. There were baby elk at the edge of the alder wood. The bareback hills of the back pasture were flooded with golden light and crowded with invisible stories. I could see you on every hill.

Dairy Queen

I was sitting in my backyard this afternoon with sore feet and a bittersweet heart, thinking about that one hot day that Val and I put the dog in the car and drove over to Dairy Queen. Or maybe we were coming back from somewhere, because otherwise why would we Continue Reading