Home on the Range

I have been in a slump or a funk or whatever and have not been motivated to post anything on my blog. Very sad. I haven't been inspired to write the last installment on our recent trip to Wisconsin and the harrowing trip home. I wouldn't even have to think much about it because the grisly details are still fresh in my head. No, just been feeling vaguely mopey-ish.

But today, something happened that catapulted my motivation into action. Jessica and I got in the van to run an errand. I usually go north out of our neighborhood and hang a left on the first street, which is right on the edge of town. So, fairly rural. Today, on a whim, I decided to take the twisty route south through our residential area for a change. I turned a corner and saw something interesting. It actually took a few seconds for it to register and go wait, what? That's just not right. I wasn't the only one, as traffic was stopped up and down the street. Of course, I had to grab the camera and take some pics for the blog.



I don't know if they were just out for some exercise, maybe wanted to play a little basketball or take a dip in the lake. I don't even know where they came from. But it is, after all, Oklahoma. Where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain. And the cattle go strolling through the lawns.