Relative Something

I’m not always looking at the sky for photo subjects. This solitary leaf on the thinly snow-covered driveway made for a good still-life image.

Back indoors, I spotted the collection of zippers on my layers of winter wear in the mirror.

In the barn, we are down to the last bag of feed, which is in glaring contrast to the stack of feed that usually covers that pallet.

I sent this picture to our handler at This Old Horse to remind her we were due for delivery and since she was coming on Wednesday for a hoof trimming appointment, the timing would be just right. Cyndie was gone overnight Saturday and offered to tend to the horses in the evening yesterday since I was watching NFL playoff games. When Cyndie noticed the last bag, she took a picture and sent it to our TOH handler, as well.

Oops. How’s that for classic husband and wife failure to communicate with each other about this kind of thing? I meant to tell Cyndie that I’d checked in but I was too late. When I told her, she said she had done the same thing: taken a picture of the last bag and texted our handler. The reply informed Cyndie that I had already sent the same picture.

Great minds think alike, though, eh?

For good measure, I’ll throw in one of my classic filled-frame close-ups featuring the texture of tree bark from our woods.

In reality, there was very little that was still around our place yesterday with winds blowing between 12-20 mph most of the day. That’s the way warmer air arrives in January, on winds blowing in from the south.

I should be able to keep my complaints to a minimum, thank you very much.

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