Two little Eggs, so round and smooth,

crack them open and put them in the pan,

add a little salt, and butter of course,

put a lid on and steam till done.

Is not the sun always in a cowboy's eyes,

Leather creaking, while loping his pony, under mountain skies,

A long day had been done, a little nudge, and pat to his rhone,

Giddy up, we're darn hungry, the barn is waiting, let's get on home.

The sun set low, another day done, another fight won,

Red in the sky, blue at the edges, what had he done,

what had he not done, forgetting, going down like the sun,

His bones ached, his eyes squinted, did he see the barn…

Racing down the mountain, pain in the saddle, his horse sped,

The barn in sight, no stopping now, he'd face the music and go to bed.

Unsaddle his horse, with snort and whiney, sweat, brush her down,

and then lay his head against her side, the saddle resting on the ground.

Hoist it up, and set it on a log, hang the reins, and get out the oats,

His eyes still squinting now in darkness, he untied the rag around his throat,

Did his chores, and limped to the cabin, lighting the stove and oil burning lamp.

A soft bed would feel good, but the squinting cowboy yearned for a fire lit camp.

He'd face the music now, and rest in a bed,

Things he hadn't done troubling his head,

He squinted, said his prayers, remembering some sorrow,

knowing there would be only yesterday, now and the morrow.

Bed creaking, He turned out the light,

Cowboy still squinting in the night,

Crickets, a distant coyote choir,

Cowboy longing to sleep by the fire.

Anita "Neets" Crane, inspired 8/21/14

I am learning a great deal as I continue to take pictures.  Post processing in Photoshop with textures and actions continue to help me create the painting I have in my mind's eyes.  I'm still learning how to improve a background when it is taking away from the personality and expression of my subject. 8/15/14.

Fun promo photo session with Jeanne Rettos Logan in Park City, Utah. 

Summer 2014, Anita and Bruce.  My sweet hubby.  I am so blessed to have him in my life.

Life is too busy these days, I wonder why. Seems I used to have so much time to walk in the woods with my hubby, or, go away for the weekend -simple it seemed then. I would throw a quilt, pillow, guitar, and overnight bag into my old truck. and take off for the weekend to see my daughter or a friend. I would close my shop to travel on a whim with my husband to Colorado or Montana...Bruce and I would go camping in the mountains (what a job packing and cooking all that stuff. What I realize, it was always me making the effort, not really making plans but acting impulsively - probably dropping in on folks when they have stuff going on or are too busy with their own lives. Was I upsetting the natural flow of their life, I don't know. But heck, I thought they would love to see me.... and now I'm getting old and tired, don't have as much energy. Spend too much time working for no pay, but i love to please. 

 I want to just drop in, say hey, here I am, I don't know, maybe it's time for someone to drop in on me. I see so much more these days, reflect more. Miss those who've passed on. 

I'm making a note to sit on the porch tonight and watch the trucks roll by, air brakes, the smell of burning brakes....awww, life in town, it is what it is, the house is old, plumbing needs fixing, walls need painting - how on earth did I do it all.....looking forward to a cabin in the woods with deer near by. Me sitting on the porch pickin' my guitar and singing a song.

Anita 7/14/14