As the wine was consumed and the bubbly was opened, Mike picked up his guitar and began to play. And play ... and play. We sang up all the songs every (...)

Ivan watched us working in the yard. He has a nice insulated doghouse. You cannot get him to leave it unless you want a growling Akbash in your face. (...)

Hey, this is a young horse. What is it doing with a white beard?

I continued on my rounds. The light and this composition caught my eye as I was going by. It wouldn't work at any other time of the day.

I had to convince myself to go outside into the arctic cold. By the time I made it to the barnyard my face was ready to fall off. I persevered for my (...)

One look at this Highland made me realize that I was whining about the cold. It's not like I spent the night outside like she did. She headed for the (...)

One of the horses broke ranks to come over and say hello. I was nudged a couple of times about when more hay was coming. I didn't know. The horse was (...)

Ivan appeared and began his rounds. He seemed unaffected by the intense cold. His bark resounded far and wide in the cold air warning all potential in (...)

The sun rising was most welcome, shedding its light all around but providing only cold comfort.

The reason I get up this early and throw myself into the deep freeze is to capture the light. I felt around for my nose to make sure it was still ther (...)

The open barn was already occupied but there was lots of room for all who wanted to come in and soak up the sun while being out of the wind.

My mind was on automatic as I took some shots on the way to the house.

The light kept tugging at my senses as I trudged along. Beauty and sadness bound by a ribbon of cold.

The animals were beginning to shuffle around. They snorted geysers of condensed breath that quickly froze. They were restless as they consumed the las (...)

Dec. 31, 2013 - Jan. 8, 2014:  Happy New Year everybody from Tiraislin Fold. Yup, I'm back thanks to Mike & Denise who gave me a ride up to Rosemary' (...)

We arrived to a roaring fire in the kitchen stove. It had attracted all the cats. Finding a seat meant a serious negotiation with a reluctant fur pers (...)

A well-earned rest. Pull up a cat by the roaring wood stove and drift away into the arms of Morpheus. Thanks for everything, Rosemary. I only wish I c (...)

The last of the hay was being guarded by the horses.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ivan on patrol. He is hard to spot against the snow in shady areas. This is an advantage when you are a guardian dog (...)

The shifting light kept nagging at my senses so I took a few more shots from inside the house.