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Late fall is rolling quickly into November in Juniper Canyon and while the weather is still pleasant, Wild Bill and I decided to go for a drive yesterday on the ranch so we  took Leap-N-Leana our Jeep out for spin. Our skies and views here are amazing as you can see in every direction. Of course I had my camera in hand with my photographers eye looking for the perfect shot.

He really does not like me taking his pictures…I had to sneak a bit to capture this one through the wheat grass in the CRP.

This is what it looks like where we live…a lot of country and a lot of no where.

Can you see the very small trees off to the left in the picture…our house is below the trees. When I was little my Dad planted the trees on top of the hill behind our house.

This is a zoom in photo so you can see the trees…those are windmills in the distance…not stick art.

And here we have a Tucker in the bush…not a Bev Doolittle…instead a MJ Toolittleholton…she is reddish like the wheat grass so she can hide.

I love this picture with the contrast of the blue and rusty golden color.

Liked this one too with the interesting weeds…they look like a rusty flower bud.

Of course our gang came along with us for a fun family outing!

Looking the other direction…in the distance you can see the foothills of the Blue Mountains…which is about 20 miles from here.

Light is beginning to change and soon the sun will set.

Peek A Boo Blue Mountains…through various weeds and CRP.

This is what our Chamber Of Commerce sells…Eastern Oregon Sunsets.

One of our very serious guard dogs…I thought he looked good with the contrast of color.

Here you see the incredible solitude of the land…living here forever has given me the appreciation of the true beauty of the life that is all around me. The ever changing views of landscape as the weather changes with the clouds moving in and out of the sun…the quality of daily life out here where you still know your neighbors and they know you…we have a great neighborhood watch…it is still small town America where we live…where life still makes sense…and the times when it doesn’t…you have the support of community and family.

I love this time of evening with the magical light and colors which is perfect for photography. Ok I am grabbing my camera again…hang on the world is turning orange with color.

Turning from soft light to dark light.

There she goes softly slipping from view.

Beautiful sight on a beautiful night.

Incredibly lovely…we are blessed to see this and be part of it. The mountain that you see is Mt. Hood…which is 250 miles from where we live…skies here are usually always this clear so that you can see long range.

Sometimes there are no words…and my hubby would agree…he loves those times:)

As the sun went down the sky behind us turned golden…outlined with the windmill stick art over the hill from us.

One last shot…see the three jet trails….kind of a cool shot with the light and colors. Happy November and enjoy the night!