I took A LOT of sight seeing photos on our vacation, so I thought I'd break them into two posts. This collection is all from Yellowstone National Park. .
Monday, my usual blog day, was our annual owner meeting for the store. Since I'm in charge of the event, I worked an incredibly long day, and I'm still recovering. I will post the last batch of vacation photos next week. Until then, click on the Art tab -- I've uploaded some of the images of my next show. The first four, at least. Just so's you know -- I suck at taking photos of my paintings. I guess it's because by then, I've looked at them for so long, I just click, crop, and upload. I hope you can get an idea of what they look like in person.
Many cherished childhood memories involve my grandparents' ranch in Montana. Learning how to ride a horse (practically before I could walk), gathering eggs, milking the cow, the smell of horses and alfalfa dust and dew -- staying on the ranch in the summer was always a glorious adventure.
Though the ranch is different and my grandparents are in their eighties, it still felt the same -- their down-to-earth humor filled the house. There's still a freezer for meat and another just for ice cream. And there are still horses -- scads of beautiful, sweet-tempered horses. My grandpa Peary's dearest dream was to be a horse rancher. While their income, at least when I was younger, came from beef cattle, those horses have always been dear to his heart. Most of us Hannums caught that love of horses, too.