Steaming bulls

I was crying for want of a camera tonight. Ray phoned to say that he had a fancy schmancy new GPS from work that he wanted to play with. He guessed correctly in wondering whether I'd be interested in trying to mark a line through the bush to scout access to the closest wifi tower to the south east.

It was a brilliant evening to wander around outside. Clear and cool, but the crystal clean air made up for the coolness. It was a great temperature for a walk about even if it was only about 12C.

For a number of unimportant reasons I drove Ray home after we had our fun with the GPS. The light at that time was superb. Film makers and photographers light with lots of warm rich red tones as the sun slowly sank into the western horizon.

The trees are still leafing out so the colour of the forest isn't the dark green of a mature summer forest, but the sharp light green of new shiny leaves. The contrast of the colours and light play were remarkable.

When we turned to head east to the highway we passed a quarter section of pasture that is mostly brush with an open stretch of grass maybe 100 meters wide along that part of the road. Cattle had been recently released onto the new pasture and it all looked quite idyllic. Standing in the midst of a herd of about 50 widely spaced cattle were two bulls standing forehead to forehead, steam rising off them both like some kind of exotic fog machine. I could have found many different ways to consume the remaining light with a camera there. Will I never learn to always carry a camera? Likely not. Old dogs, new tricks...

There was wild life everywhere it seemed today. Raccoons, rabbits, marsh pumps, turkeys, roughed grouse and more were in attendance. What a neighbourhood. Too bad it doesn't come with easier access to broad band access, but then we would likely have cell coverage too if that happened and that would completely spoil the fun now wouldn't it?
No regrets...