Today would have been a lazy late-winter Sunday except for my wife, who worked tirelessly through the afternoon raking up leaves and limbs in our yard for delivery to the recyclers. Finally, tired by her effort, I retreated to my office and a continuing edit of old pictures. In my defense, I’ve been brought down a notch or two by a cold this week—honestly, I’d rather be wheeling the barrow—but at these times I’m more in the way than not, and, besides, I can’t keep up with her on a good day.
Unfortunately, culling photos was unsatisfactory—it wasn’t a day to make decisions nor meaningful headway through folders of images. I gave it up shortly after I found this antelope photo, which was taken at southeastern Oregon’s Hart Mountain refuge.