Pink sky at night, sailor’s delight; pink sky in the morning, sailor’s warning. Good thing I’m not a sailor, because when I looked out my kitchen window Monday morning and saw this spectacular sight, I was delighted. I’m even more delighted that the camera captured exactly what my eyes saw.
Coming home from Little Rock, there’s Odin in the front pasture waiting for me to come home. A little confused that my truck was home all day but I wasn’t, it took him a second to figure out that it was me when I got out of a strange vehicle and came through the gate. But, once he heard my voice, he shook his head, then came to me. It’s a great welcome home.
I took a trip to Little Rock this week, camera in tow. As usual, my eye looks for life and the general “feel” of the place. It seems that birds and squirrels fear humans less in the city than they do in the country, and this one landed close by. When he flew off, I took a shot of what he saw sitting on that concrete railing.