On the way home, I spotted something making its way across a cornfield, toward the creek. At first I thought it was a raccoon - the size was about right, but the carriage was wrong, so I pulled over to

I haven't had time to go with John to check the east herd lately, but this morning I had no where to be, and wanted to tag along. I was looking forward to getting current pictures of the calves (specifically

I've always imagined it'd be kinda cool to keep chickens in the house. And now that I am, I stand corrected. Those of you who have known me for any length of time, know that I have had an ongoing war with

One of the things I love about summer is the storms we get here. I shot this one three weeks ago, and I really liked the contrast between the clouds and the sky. But altering it to black and white gave

I’ve seen more injustice than museums, more poverty than waterfalls... For the few people in my life who ask how my trip was, it’s hard to sum it up in a few words, but I will try to tell through my writing.

On one of my passes through Omaha over the weekend, I noticed a large billboard advertising the "Owl Diet." I finally gave in and Googled it, strictly out of curiosity as to whether the 30-40

Homesteading can be a real kick in the nuts sometimes and today was one of those days. Every morning I have to harvest the summer squash from the different gardens and this morning I had finished the main

One of the many adventures I had over the course of the past 48 hours was to join the Bloodstained Men in Omaha, NE. This is the second time in as many years I've gone to the Omaha protest. I felt this

Today is THE day. Today is one month from joining this fabulous community. Today I feel like a winner. I made something from nothing doing what I love. In a one month period: I become influential – 325

I am going to do my best that every Friday I share with you a handful of Steemians that have inspired me during the week. So because I am "stealing" the idea from @bitcoin-dood. We want to make

Source Innocence She rests beneath an ancient apple tree Golden hair and sparkling eyes that futures see. Hands rest gently on her silver wolf called Monster, To all but her, he appears yet sleeping. Her

I see her as an elderly woman from "The Old Country." Not saying much, she just stands in the background, chewing her cud while silently passing judgement. I'm rather of fond of her.

Well, I went on a run today. And for those of you who know my policy on running, you know something capable of killing me was following close behind. Normally when we check on cows, we can tell where Helena's

Hello fellow Steemians, Thought I would run a competition for you all, just as a way to support and encourage creativity within the community that has been so welcoming to me. Changing up the way the prizes

I was planning on getting a picture of this field in all its golden glory before it got harvested. Well ... that didn't happen. But I still think it's still beautiful, especially against the contrast of

John fixed the handle on the door yesterday. Not the door to the house - that still locks me out every third time I leave. But it's summer, so I don't mind much. Plus it has made me pretty creative at

Small, genuine family farms and their tenders are all but gone; a broken windmill and dilapidated barn left as evidence of a dying way of life.

Last night I spent a good hour walking our property looking for chickens remaining after the latest massacre. I was only able to find six total - three of each gender. After I got them carried to the roost,