When  I was a kid, my mom couldn’t keep me out of the dirt. She would often playfully call me Pigpen from the Peanuts cartoon, saying that no matter how clean she got me, I would go out and come back in with a cloud of dust around me. This wasn’t always a great thing to hear, but now as I am older, I am taking the images from those stories and allowing them to be part of who I am. It does seem I am happiest when I am in the dirt. Literally. Whether I am pulling weeds in my garden or sitting on my fanny in the wet pasture  (taking the images below), I find myself more in touch with who I was created to be. It makes me feel more grounded and steady, somehow.

The images below were obviously taken from my perspective, but when I got into the house, my family told me about how it looked to them. They saw a grown woman sitting in the middle of the pasture with two horses and three dogs  surrounding her. Probably very funny to them. My daughter said she heard echoes of the songs from Snow White with her high pitched vibrato ringing out as the birds and chipmunks helped her with her chores. In my dreams!

This is my home. It is particularly lovely right now with the yellow flowers in the pasture. They are really a weed that is crowding out the much needed grass, but they make such a beautiful backdrop for sitting in the dirt and taking pictures. I have been desiring some down time to spark my creativity again. It is easy to get bogged down with any job, but when your passion becomes your vocation, it can get a bit messy. So moments like these are much cherished. This is home base for me. Enjoy!