Late Afternoon at the Campground

Photo by Penny Hall

Photo by Penny Hall

Photo by Penny Hall

It was a busy Saturday.  We had a booth at the Farmer's Market this morning selling Ken's photos and my leather bowls. 

After finishing up some afternoon business items we both needed a break so late afternoon we headed for the campground just across the Madison River.

The wind was blowing and clouds gathering.  Fishermen lined up at the boat ramp to head home from a beautiful day on the river.

I noticed the campground was finally full.  It seems people are late coming to Ennis this season but they are finally here.

Just as we got home it rained for about two minutes then stopped.  Now it is nice and cool after such a hot summer day.  Windows are open the the fans running.

Ahh.  Summer in Ennis.

Dinner Guest

Photo by Ken W. Hall

Photo by Ken W. Hall

 

 

Night before last we were greeted by this lovely lady each time we ventured out our front door.  She sampled bird seed until I raised the feeder out of her reach. 

Then she simply moved on to the bushes and sunflowers.  After digging a hole she proceeded to make herself at home and chew her dinner.

Ken has made multiple attempts to restore the damage only to look out and find her back in her favorite spot after fluffing it again to suit her tastes.  It appears we may have a new resident in our front yard.  Wonder how long she will be staying?

She seems to like the shade the trees offer.  Temperatures have been in the fifties in the mornings and mid to upper eighties during the day.  Although it feels hot to us (we do not have air conditioning) it is much cooler than our friends in other parts of the country.  We are truly blessed.

Gas Station Buck

Photo by Ken W. Hall

This just in from Ken, enjoy:

 

"While sitting at the gas station in Ennis suddenly as if from nowhere this proud but confused creature appeared out of the corner of my eye! He had just crossed the highway on his way to somewhere and something. His instincts were in full control directing a seemingly undirected journey…from here to somewhere, this moment to the next.

My camera, resting on the floorboard of the truck between my feet, almost levitated into my shooting hand to commit the moment to memory. His confusion and  panic did not misdirect him from the instinct that had directed his journey to this instant.

Isn't it simple when Creator paints a self portrait for us so we can see the truth of our life at any given moment! Any ideas if the buck was real or imagined and if real where the path has led since our encounter?

Likely the same coincidental moment and its message will recreate itself at the perfect time and  place in another vision, real or imagined, for an update on the course taken."

                                                                                                                                   --  Ken W. Hall