A wild mustang occupies the other side of the fence from my front yard in Oregon, where my son built me a house.
I was lucky to find Susan Scott to work with me, painting and cleaning out my storage building. She also hand-picked designated weeds for me, since I don’t spray anything poisonous on my property. She was helping me get a picture of this wild horse, who won’t hold still for a picture.
She dropped the carrot, but I caught the tattoo on the horse’s neck from the BLM round-up and sale. She is temporarily pastured here to munch down the weeds and she is doing a good job. Why I didn’t take time to shoot the work we did? My brain doesn’t always function on all four cylinders.
Saturday morning turned out to be cool and I started for home late, after 8 a.m. and dawdled, enjoying the beautiful mists that drape the mountain sides surrounding Evans Valley.
My neighbors get mists like these since they live on the river side of the road.
Beauty that burns off within a couple of hours.
About the time I snapped this photo, the weather report warned of snow over the pass and I had to quit dawdling and press the metal.
Then I had to stop again for this photo. I’ve never seen Mt. Shasta surrounded by a ring of clouds.
Glimpses of Shasta poke through periodically as you drive. The best view is from Weed Airport, on the opposite side of the freeway.
The mist lifted as I got within range. Even from the wrong side of the freeway, with the light shining on my camera’s viewing screen, I took the picture out the window-blind. She is a stunning piece of nature and I have better pictures of her than this. I have to return in a couple, maybe three weeks, to finish the storage building. I need the sheet rock taped and textured and painted before the electric fixtures are installed. I finished the inside because it was so hot in the afternoons and freezing in the mornings. It stored things, but no one could work inside of it. When finished, my building will have a place to rinse brushes and plug-in and use power tools.
The Evans Valley is turning into a very popular place for permanent residences and I keep meeting new neighbors every trip I take. Like Susan. I also brought home with me a new boyfriend. More, tomorrow.
Shasta is always mesmerizing, partially, I think, because it is in sight for so long when driving in the vicinity. It becomes a fixture, particularly if one spends the night in the area.