yesterday was as usual. rip around, choring away like a good house marm. hmmm or not. I can’t lie. I like naps. so, whatever, yeah I had a nap.
back to my day.
made cookies (really) after said nap and picked kids up at school. go to barn. throw hay. feed horses. shovel manure. lucky for me I grabbed my camera. I had been thinking that I ‘need’ to get some shots of one of the horses. This horse has the most gorgeous tangled mass of mane. She has a naughty temperment. bipolar I think. The Cybill of equines. BUT a beautiful mane. I guess you can’t have it all. Any how, running late as usual, thinking I had missed my opportunity to catch that golden light. Oh well, I thought. There is always tomorrow.
Then, out of the corner of my eye while standing in the barn gum~booted and smelling like ass….everything just turned pink! seriously. Like the inside of a tropical seashell. It glowed. The snow, the sky, it pink washed all of it. I wished I could have teleported my tripod. Crap. So I “Macgyvered” it….It is called holding your breath while depressing the shutter release button with camera on a bucket. Praying. Hoping. Please don’t be blurry.
This doesn’t happen every day. The trippy tropospheric pink. The snow even. Lesson be learned. Keep your tripod in the Jeep woman. I know they aren’t the best quality, but it is what it is. There is always today. There is a tripod in the Jeep!