🌱🌱🌱 The Grapes of Wrath.... My greatest joy in traveling through our beautiful country shooting pics comes by understanding the subject. It’s hard to believe this beautiful valley in California was sought as a refuge for the thousands of farmers fleeing the Midwest dust bowls.
This is personal to me as well as many other American and immigrant family’s. This environmental crisis paired with the Great Depression changed so many lives. It brings to mind John Steinbeck’s timeless novel “Grapes of Wrath”..... one of his greatest novels written during the great migration caused by the environmental changes, ”The Dust Bowls” of the Midwest.
Steinbeck’s novel was an exceptional novel bringing to life the survival of families, their relationships, and sorrows, wanting only to survive and living for the promise and hope for a better life to come. (Sawyer) “Empathy is the signature of the book with an empathetic response to human suffering. So much of the dialogue today is about taking away food stamps or welfare, for example, and Steinbeck was a passionate voice for empathy.” (Schleeter)🌱
All the Stars - Kendrick Lamar and Sza.
Little bit of action on Friday. Somebody was driving down the road from the west just giving enough light bar ambiance to make the bins really stand out. Glad to finally dedicate some time to something I love; astrophotography.
Blue-eyed boy in his happy place: the bog.
#Dartmoornationalpark is rarely dry and thick layers of peat help to keep it that way and helps the formation of bogs and mires that only intrepid ponies should attempt to cross. •
The little blue-eyed colt had an obsession with this boggy area. An area not for humans as we’d sink up to our knees and lose our boots trying to get out of the muck. Blue-eyed boy would trot down to the water, take a drink, nibble on some grass and then suddenly run like the blazes back to mom as if to show her that, no, he hadn’t been down in the bog...again. It was some sort of interesting game that only he knew the rules to. He did this until mom jumped a small stream. Blue-eyed baby wasn’t jumping anything. Seriously, he looked entirely displeased by the prospect of the very idea. So off to the bog he went until other members of his band showed up and they crossed the stream at a more easily navigable point, at least by Blue-eyed baby’s standards.
I’m back! It’s been a while since I posted but I’ve been busy taking photos of interesting wild beasties. Those are coming. For now though I return you to #dartmoornationalpark and its amazing #ponies .
My heart almost stopped when I saw this gorgeous, blue-eyed colt. He is quite a character. All boy and determined to be independent and get into a little trouble.