The test of an adventure is that when you are in the middle of it, you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home." And the sign that something is wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure.-Thornton Wilder
The nice thing about being confused is you get a chance to notice things a lot better than if you knew where you were going.
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Somewhere in Montana
The fence I am sure is to keep the horses from wandering off. I hardly think it was to protect the home owner's collection of "classic cars" from being tampered with as there was no one and nothing else around for miles upon miles. I waited for quite awhile for the horse to raise his head from his grazing. Then another horse came into view, but to catch both with their heads up was out of the question. Had the bulldozer bucket not been there, it would make for a better picture. I like the bird poop on the old truck door. I would have got out of the Little House on the Highway to get closer for more pictures and a close-up of the bird poop door but I had visions of some old recluse coming out of the building (his home?) with a double barrel shotgun in hand. Having the flock of birds take off though was a bonus I hadn't realized I caught until preparing this photo for a post on