White Knight

White Knight

I struggle to get enough rust in my life to fill the void that requires it.  As some souls need music, my soul needs rust...makes me wonder what my Mother ate, drank, or breathed while I was in utero...perhaps it is a latent response to the lead paint I was exposed to as a child!

This is another picture from the past few months...that menopause has erased the details of from my memory.  I like that is fluctuates between appearing as a horse head to the vague resemblance of a knight.  In a perfect World this is what MY knight would look like...simply beautiful with rust around the edges...

Fishing

Fishing

Friday and Saturday night was spent fishing. Who knew that you fished at night? During my formative years fishing was done frequently, and an all day uncomfortable event...that is another story though. Fishing for trout is actually quiet pleasant. The float tube is a miracle invention that when combined with the correct clothes and shoes is really quite remarkably relaxing and fun.

I was proud to have caught a tree on Saturday night...along with wrapping line around my boot and flipper which was covertly attended to by a passing boat...you could see the men chucking at the "blond" with the tangled twine, though the highlight was my call to Jen on the cellie...and the "are you on a cellphone" belly laughs! Hey, a girl has to do what a girl has to do...

This is a picture of beautiful twisted rusty metal near the cabin...some things do not change for me...and the amazing things I have been shown over the past months continue to delight and blow me away...

More Rust

More Rust

The rust of Unionville continues...and I cannot get enough of it. This is a picture of the side metal room...with a view of the Valley behind off to the side. I love how the air smells, the wind feels and the people just are.

Yesterday I shot an AK 47, and a Glock. I have a whole new vocabulary now...clip, firing line, magazine (not the kind I drool over the latest shoes). I know how to look down the site, the proper hand placement (though I am a bit wobbley), have had the theory of how a bullet is shot out of a gun explained to me, touched the spent shell and "bullet" that has gone thru the target and learned the theory of not pointing the gun at others and knowing where it is at all time...which is a challenge for the menopausal woman.

And may I say...riding an ATV down the gravel roads with dust coating my flying hair is a very nice way to travel...

Wine Tasting

Wine Tasting

Today was beautiful, perfect weather, perfect friends and a trip to a Winery that was holding a special event tasting. Wine and I have not been on good terms since the birth of my lovely, charming daughter...and I have learned that in this situation...wine wins...so today I enjoyed the company of friends, delicious food, a trace bit of Chardonnay...from which hours later I am feeling a bit dull...and a walk around the property to take pictures.

The picture above was taken on the Winery grounds...an old building, a pile of old cut vines, the newly trimmed vineyard and mountains in the background and a snazzy red truck...the line of vision reminds me of a road picture that I admire. The icing on the cake was that there was plenty of junk and rust...now, if I could just figure out how to flip this passion into a reasonable standard of living...

Once Upon a Monday...

Once Upon a Monday

Today was a ease back in to the work day...after a glorious week of vacation...and spending more time than I would like to admit trying to figure out how to make the wonder of the time vacation gives you an every day experience...good luck to me with that...

This is a picture of a tractor...with lovely peeling paint and rust...my two favorite subjects...taken while on vacation. The location has slipped my menopausal mind...though the beauty of the subject, color and metal will never fade...