As I finished throwing hay to Star, I saw this sunlight in stalls and thought it artful.
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The Prairie Sagebrush Award 2011 is given for fine writing, photography and art in the blogosphere. From my blogroll, I select a post, photograph or art piece from 2010-2011, early 2012. For each comment that is entered on this ‘The 2011 Prairie Sagebrush Awards for blogging’ post, I will donate a buck ($1.00) to a wildlife corridor in Texas or New Mexico. I set a limit of $100.00 — not that I am going to have more than fifty comments, but who knows?
I have excerpted portions of these fine writings and art into my post in respect for their blogs and copyright. Please click on the links to obtain the full text of these really fine bloggers.
Please feel free to copy the Prairie Sagebrush Award 2011 design-image and put it on your blog to link back to this post or to one of the blogs below. (No, I’m not trying to pump up my numbers, just trying to illustrate the high quality of work performed on blogosphere.)
[Wild Bill, Wild Ramblings blog, ‘Conifer Encounter.’] …On the way back I asked him, and this was one of the few times I had spoken, how he knew so much about the woods. He answered that he was a biology professor at Springfield College, but had grown up in the pine barrens in New Jersey. He surmised that most of his knowledge he had learned as a boy wandering those Mid-Atlantic swamps, coupled with reading a lot of books about nature. And then he laughed out loud, almost in a boisterous way. “And once I met an old man in the woods,” he declared, and he laughed again, this time even more loudly….
[Grethe, Thyra blog, ‘Goodbye to King Winter.] …The next week-end was foggy and raw and the sun seemed so far, far away. It was nice to see that the people at the restaurant of Skovmøllen (the old Water Mill-restaurant) saw to that the little birds were fed with Danish bread and fat-bowls. There was also morning bread with cinnamon and the birds seemed to like it! Notice the little blue tit. It is so ruffled. I hope it will cope….
[Cirrelda, Color of Sand blog, ‘Ides of January — yard observations.’] …I stood for a while looking at my pobrecito pinon tree tilting away from the drooping elm limbs above it. Then those elm limbs were golden – the light was coming at them directly from that western mesa edge (miles away) and the whole damn wild elm tree was shining in its massive shagginess. (I so curse that tree at times since its roots tangle into every vegetable bed.) Smoke on my hands and clothes, I stand and gaze at the afternoon in my yard….
[Martie, Taos Sunflower blog, ‘Photos from my hood.’] …This morning I was down in Arroyo Seco (the nearest village to my home, where my yarn shop used to be) and had a few moments alone with my camera. I thought I’d go look for beautiful flowers, but alas, in this drought, they were not to be found. Then I looked up at the beautiful clouds in the sky over the old church behind our building, and thought it has probably been years since I’ve shared photos of it with you. It was a ready reminder of why so many people come here to study art and paint the local scenery. I’m sorry there aren’t any flowers for you, but hope you enjoy the rest…
[Shoreacres, The Task at Hand blog, ‘Promises Made, Promises Kept.’] …My extraordinary good fortune was to be born into a family more than willing to make and keep promises. My father took promises especially seriously. The eldest of six children, he was one of those increasingly rare creatures – a man of his word. Whether it was a work colleague, a neighbor, a family member or his tiny daughter coming to him with a request, if he said he would do it, he did….
[Wrensong, Writings from Wild Soul blog, ‘Waiting for the Sun.’ See also the female cardinal photograph associated with this winning post.] Everything so still/ in this windless dawn/ Ice hangs from every twig/ air cold as stone/ Sun arrives like hope/ and hunger. ~wrensong
[Marie, The Rambling Wren blog, ‘The Red Fox.’] …The fox stood stock still in the middle of the lane. We watched each other silently for 10 or 15 seconds, then the fox turned to go. But she paused, then sat down and looked back at me. She seemed unsure how to proceed, and kept looking up the secondary driveway we use for moving trailers and the RV. There’s a large woodpile there, an old barn the previous owners had dismantled elsewhere and brought here, planning to reconstruct. But the project was never finished, and we now have habitat for all sorts of critters–rabbits and woodchucks, chipmunks, feral cats, and now, perhaps, red fox. Had she moved her kits there, I wondered?…
[Kittie Howard, Kittie’s Stories, ‘Shopping at Best Buy.’] …Best Buy, that big box store, re-entered my life. I didn’t want to buy a new computer just yet. The plan was to limp along with what I had until the Thanksgiving/Christmas holidays. Last Saturday night, the motherboard died….
[Rebecca, Rebecca in the Woods, ‘On Not Hearing a Boreal Owl.’] …Then yesterday GrrlScientist had to go and write a blog post about about Wilson’s Snipe and mention that the “winnowing” sound created by its tail feathers during its courtship display sounds very similar to the call of a Boreal Owl. And that courting males “fly in circles.” And that they do this “long into the evening.” And sometimes even at night, I suppose? Sigh. No one likes deleting a species from their life list…. [Bold added.]
[Debra, Find an Outlet blog, ‘Death’s Mementos.’] …Every day I am moved by roadside memorials to people who weren’t ready to die. People who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They’re a constant reminder of how fragile we are—bits of bone wrapped in a flimsy shroud of a ridiculously unsuitable hide. We’re anything but fierce when up against poison, bullet, disease, or 3,000 pounds of steel, glass and chrome….
[Wildstorm, Backroads Photo blog, ‘North Texas Desert.’] …There is no such thing–the North Texas desert. Yet it seems like it when you glance across the dry roasted pastures where nothing grows. What is green? The cedar trees. Even the oak trees have burned up leaves….
[Bunnyterry, I Love New Mexico blog, ‘Gardening in New Mexico.’] …As I stand here with the garden hose in my hand, I’m reminded of a paper I wrote on personal landscapes for that particular history class. The instructor’s goal throughout the class was to get us to tie our own personal histories to history in the broader sense, which, if I were teaching history today, would be my goal as well…
[Teresa, Teresa Evangeline blog, ‘At Home in My One Room Schoolhouse.’] …I almost forgot to tell you: when I crossed over into New Mexico from Utah on Sunday, in less than a quarter of a mile there were two crows and a coyote. The crows were standing over their dinner in the ditch, whoever the poor critter had been, and the coyote was trotting away from them, down in a hollow, across a snow-covered field….
[Annie, Anniepickens’s blog, ‘Spring Garlic.’] …Sunday I got to the Farmers’ Market later than usual, it was already packed with people but choices were still good. The first thing I wanted to do was find the egg guy and trade in my used cartons. It seems like the only time I remember that I’m going to take them back is when I am at the market buying more eggs. Very happy with myself for finally remembering….
North Erath County, Texas, Lat 32.43 N, Long -98.36 W, elev. 1,086 ft. Turkey Creek Quad.
Your habitat, wherever you may be, probably sustains larger flocks of ducks, but I was glad to see these two ducks on our pond once again this Fall.
I walked across the Arena Pasture, diagonally to the road and directly to the pond, quietly edging up the slope and stopping in an area of broomweed in order to take a photograph of the two ducks. I had seen them three days ago and yesterday there were a dozen or so of their acquaintances feeding on the pond. When I finished snapping this photo, I walked on the road and scared up other ducks that were feeding, altogether about twelve. I will be more careful and not frighten them to flight although they rise just enough to clear the cottonwoods and land on Blue Pond, our neighbor’s stock tank to the east of us.
I took this walk after lunch, down to the Grove and around the edges of Salt Creek that has several caches of water, but is not flowing owing to the lack of rainfall. The water caches provide a source of water for deer, raccoon, fox and bobcat, among other species. Birds drink their fill and as they scatter in the trees, I hear their wings slap leaves. I walked, ambled is more like it, for forty-five minutes, taking photographs of foliage.
I came across a species of yucca that I must identify. I think it different from the narrow Pale-Leaf variety we have close to the house. This yucca has broader leaves and its color is a deep turquoise. The turkey bones that Olivia, my granddaughter, and I discovered this summer have been carried off. No feathers of the Thanksgiving fowl remain. What animal would carry off bleached bones and feathers?
I eased into this walk today, relaxed and breathing deeply. Nothing lay ahead of me except my next step, my scan of the ground and sky. I would have liked company, but this solitude was restful and aimless, other than to walk to the far field and turn around to retrace my trail. I could hear the dogs bark back at the house.
Then, I heard them. Sandhill Crane. I looked high and all I could see were the stratocirrus clouds. Their calls are like burbles, water gently falling over smooth stones in a clear stream. Gentle and calming. I could not see them. Their calls faded and I walked back up to the house. I stood for a moment on the back terrace and as I started back into the house, I heard a flock of Sandhill again. I looked up and 2,000 plus feet above me, a flock of crane flew. They could of been higher above ground than that and as I pulled my camera up for my first shot of the season, I could not see them. But I had seen them and they had such a pale-grey, whitish even, underside that it reminded me of the underside of jet planes I see above. Their undersides reflected the clouds below them and I took a photograph of where they had been, aiming their graceful necks towards the southeast and warmer climes.
I shall photograph them soon, but today I could not find them low to our earth for they soared above me and my camera. I heard them. I saw them, but their image I could not preserve en camera today. But I photographed two ducks for our Fall season. What’s the saying, “Sufficient unto this day?” I think so.
Caralee Woods of Kanab, Utah, sent me a cactus illusion she had in her home at Eagle Mountain Lake, Texas, several years ago. She writes,
Here’s another cactus illusion, one of my favorite photos. It was taken in a hall that led from the kitchen to the garage in the Fort Worth house. You will remember there was a series of three small square windows in which I put little pots of small cacti. The sun would shine at a particular angle, making a shadow on the white opposite wall.
Caralee Woods and Jimmy Henley live in Kanab, Utah, and are building a strawbale compound. You can visit their website Building Our Strawbale Home! Caralee was a regional book representative for Harper and Row before she retired. Her husband, Jimmy Henley, was the undergraduate dean at Texas Christian University and taught sociology. He was a grade school and high school friend of mine in Brownwood, Texas.
Their home at Eagle Mountain Lake near Fort Worth was featured in Architectural Digest [n. d.] before they sold it and moved to Kanab. Their home was built with many of the lines and forms of the Kimball Art Museum in Fort Worth.
I used to house sit and take care of their companions (doggies and kitty cats) while they vacationed in the American Southwest. I grew so attached to their companions that I regretted when they returned and I had to leave.
Caralee and Jimmy’s home was not featured in Architectural Digest, but in the local Dallas and Fort Worth newspapers. See the comment section below.
This is a Blog Vector Analysis, a *quick-and-dirty study of interactions among selected bloggers interacting with Sage to Meadow, March 28, 2010.
Each of the lines represent a blogroll connection. The arrows generally go two ways: bloggers put each other on their blogrolls, a matter of friendly and interested reciprocation.
I have more blogs on my blogroll than is seen in the Blog Vector. This diagram lists only those blogs that I have had interaction with for at least ten (10) to fifteen (15) times in the comment section of our blogs, both comment sections combined.
My blog is Sage2M or Sage to Meadow. My interactions on an involved level (10-15 comments) are with ten (10) bloggers.
The Blog Collective I have consists of eleven (11) nodes, myself included.
One objective I had in drawing the diagram was to ascertain where my Blog Collective might have originated and, then, multiplied. A second objective was to diagram the interaction of my blogging friends, to see who connected with whom.
My first search for bloggers involved New Mexico blogs and I came up with two: Stark Raving Zen and Teresa Evangeline (formerly of Santa Fe). From those two blog nodes, the Collective was begun, so that now I have the ten (10) involved nodes.
On the diagram, please note that Sea Mists and Sunsets, Chris Schutz, has four (4) interactions within the Collective, and so also does The Block with Kittie Howard and Teresa Evangeline’s blog.
Note also that the photographic blogs interact with each other and me, but not with others in the Collective: New Mexico Art Photography, Evangeline Art Photography and Jeff Lynch.
Seven nodes are related by New Mexico connections: Color of Sand, Taos Sunflower, Teresa Evangeline, Evangeline Art Photography, New Mexico Art Photography, Stark Raving Zen and I Love New Mexico. The diagram does not relate that attribute.
In conclusion, the graphic illustrates that if you like New Mexico, the American West, photography, writing, place or nature, then you will be a part of the Sage to Meadow Collective.
*A quick-and-dirty (Q&D) study is just what is sounds like: fast, quick, but revealing. Basically, there are two kinds of research: Q&D, sometimes called “hot” research when bullets are flying and bulldozers are idling in the background and pressure is on to evaluate a situation. The second is “cool” research–time can be taken to hypothesize, ponder and conclude, like writing a monograph or thesis.