Dec. 6, 2013:  Rosemary picked me up late Friday night after she had attended a concert. She had already had a long day so my job was to keep her ale (...)

What a great painting. So colorful. It reminds one of Me, Myself & I. Thankfully, there were no live models running around outside attacking everythin (...)

The plants surrounded Rosemary's studio, adding their colour to that of her palette and the work in progress on her easel.

Saturday:  I awoke early despite the short night. It was just becoming light but overcast. I got up to find my socks missing. I had brought a spare p (...)

The clouds moved in so it was going to be a grey day with even light. Great for moody shots. There were no beasties in sight around the house or the b (...)

I was getting chilled so I ambled back towards the house. I was also familiarizing myself with the landscape and looking for changes since the last ti (...)

Rosemary's barns are a photographer's dream. They stand silently, bent with age. They change appearance with the seasons and as the light changes duri (...)

Now you see, there are stairs coming down into Rosemary's kitchen from the second floor. Her fridge is located under the stairs. At one time, there wa (...)

I'm posting this in case you thought the previous shot was a lucky shot. <g>

Garlic posing in front of "Doukhobor Flame", naked women standing in protest by their burning homes. It is reminiscent of the burning of the Freedomit (...)

Busted! This little black bugger, I found out later, was notorious for stealing items to play with. There were four kittens, three of which were as je (...)

The doggies were on duty. Ivan, the Akbash livestock guardian dog, spends most of his time outside challenging any four-legged predator. Sadie keeps a (...)

Rosemary feeding breakfast to Georgina. She is fed outside now that she is too big to be clomping about the house like when she was a baby. Ah, they g (...)

Georgina is a persistent gal when she is hungry. After banging on the door she tries to open the door by twisting the doorknob with her mouth. No so d (...)

The Yaks, Highlands and Horses all inspected the hay wagon. They waited patiently for the hay to be distributed in the fields. They didn't have long t (...)

Sadie's barking alerted me to look behind. The yard was filling up with animals. What is going on? Then I heard the faint rumble of a tractor coming d (...)

Before long, the tractor was roaring up past the barns and into one of the fields. A steady procession of hungry beasties followed behind, like pilgri (...)

One spring a highland lass and a horny yak bull got together in the woods and were naughty with each other. This resulted in a Highland/Yak cross or H (...)

The yaks and highlands get along well so they easily share bales. They tend to wait for Rosemary to "free" the bales before digging in. Of course, imp (...)

However, once the bales of hay were on the ground all bets were off. The yaks began kicking up their heels and their skirts of hair flew in the air. T (...)