I know, you're thinking, "What does the title have to do with the photo?"
The answer is absolutely nothing. But I will get to the point of it in a moment.
The door, I've names "To the Dungeon" (measuring 11 1/4" by 12 1/2"). It is another in the series of my door phase. I didn't remember to take photos of the process. Sorry!
Now to "Jump"
The other day I was helping Mr. Cowboy in the pasture, pouring out range cubes, putting out mineral buckets....you know, the usual cattle stuff. I was in the back of the pick-up arranging tools for him to fix fence and I turned to jump down and thought, "Wait a minute, this is really high up!" That got me to thinking about when I was young. I would have never given a thought to jumping down from a reasonable height or running to catch a calf. But now, I'm beginning to think about my age and the damage I could do to myself and I don't want to get into an accident that could have been prevented. Can anyone relate?
In other words, I'm feeling my mortality. I look at my grand babies with all of their energy and it just tires me out...LOL!!!
So, I won't be jumping off or down from anything if I can help it and neither will Mr. Cowboy. Those calves can run off as far as they please. My view at this point is, "I'll be there when I get there!" Can I get a witness?