© 2019 by Emily K. Guldborg|Prairie Potholes

    February 3, 2019

    I am often amazed at how different Danish Cowboy and I really are.  I love to verbalize in writing, he in spoken word.  I still get a thrill at driving the big pick-up to town (any pick-up, really), and he does so only because he needs to fuel it with the appropriate d...

    January 20, 2019

     I always find it amusing that I can meander around for a few hours on a cold winter afternoon, snapping photos, getting some really great ones and a vastly larger number that never see the light of day, but my favorite is the first one where I'm testing out the settin...

    August 9, 2018

    “People will come, Ray.  The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball.  America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers.  It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again.  But baseball has marked the time.  This field, this game:  it...

    July 28, 2018

     I did it again.  I was out running, loping along on a two track trail, warily watching my footsteps for rattlesnakes in the path and as I approached the private gravel road, I slowed down, looking both ways (twice) before taking a right hand turn.  It amused me that a...

    July 10, 2017

    This is a picture of my husband but it's not a picture of my kid.  I didn't even know the kid's name until 2 weeks ago and now this image makes me well up with tears every time I've looked at it over the past 24 hours.  We just arrived home after a hot weekend of baseb...

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