Ironkowboy - Formations

The man who raised me. 23 years after his passing, 3-21-2000; certain songs remind me sharply of how much I miss his voice and presence...I know in my heart that gentle Warrior flys free, as, from time to time, Red-tailed Hawks pay closer attention to me than should be warranted. On his birthday, 06/17.

Her Darkness v2.0, at the local Wise Woman's place in El Paso(my witchy cousin's place).

Okay, date on comet photos was wrong. Pictures taken on Wednesday October 16.

Home place, the T-Bar Ranch, West of Happy Jack AZ, and sunset behind a thunderstorm to the West

This is for my dear friend who was a door gunner, and for all of his brothers who didn't make it back, much Love and Respect. 🤗

Finalled this today, for my oldest. I hand stamped the runes with some tools I fabricated; I'd really like to find some rune stamps...but for now, here it is. Hand wrought gives me a lot of satisfaction.

Fen, playing outside. She loves to pounce on the ball so that it bounces or rolls away, and she can chase it some more. She especially enjoys zoomies past me, close enough that I can pretend to try and grab her - eliciting "ferocious" growls as she flys by. Closing in on 10 months old, 50+ pounds.

Yeah...not gonna chance it

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

😆⚡️👍

Solstice dawn, this year...shortly after my sweet daughter-in-law passed through the Veil. Rest in the Summerlands, Kristin...