Hear the stars?

Photo by Jared Wayne Casebeer

"I've never experienced air fresher, shadows deeper, or a scene so extraordinarily quiet and pristine!  You'll laugh and think I'm crazy, but it seemed as though I could almost hear the stars." 
Obie's Quest 

Ladies In Waiting

Photo by Jared Wayne Casebeer

Ice cold Chevys. Get 'em while they're hot!

The Mask

     Photo by Shannon Thomas Casebeer

The Mask

If I were a tree as fall creeps in,

With summer dripping from his chin,

I think I’d see through falls disguise,

And linger not to eulogize.

For sure as summer days grow still

And find new ways to steal our will,

Right behind on summers heels,

Fall’s sniffing at persimmon peels.

Before the trees can shake the spells

Of buzzing bees and summer's smells,

Fall slithers in on morning mist,

And wipes his chin with an icy fist.

While weasel eyes and sharp goat’s feet,

Search cold fall skies for things to eat,

Summer’s gone without a trace,

And falls mask slips from winter's face. 

STC

February

My son Jared took this photo on his way home from delivering the mail in Houston, Missouri.  I want to be a photographer when I grow up.

My First Horse!

Four hands high, rides like the wind, and every inch a stallion! The horse of course!

Bring It On!

Dashing through the snow...

Please Mr. Groundhog!

Enough already!  Where in tarnation is that rascally groundhog anyway?