On the way home from church last Sunday, this mist in front of the hills looked beautiful.
Pretty sunset clouds (these were in the north, not the west).
Wheat field, before:
Wheat field, after (after a light dusting of snow, that is):
Gimli (our bull) and Nebuchadnezzar (our steer), sparring.
Morning sun and shadows on a distant field.
When I feed the livestock in the mornings, Brit (our horse) and Gimli (our bull) often go head-to-head (or head-to-hoof) over food. Both are dominant critters. Brit is taller and can kick, but Gimli has force and a skull so thick it can practically be smashed with a sledgehammer (or a kicking horse hoof, about the same thing) without affect.
Brit lashing with front feet...
...and about to kick Gimli with her back feet. Gimli doesn't care.
Once all the bins are full, everyone settles down and eats peaceably.
Lantern and early-morning shadows:
Snuggling in the hay on a cold morning: