This is on our back porch...it was 3-4 inches deep!
Our birdbath got a little chilly!
The art and musings of Victoria Wilson-Schultz
This is on our back porch...it was 3-4 inches deep!
Our birdbath got a little chilly!


I have been a little frustrated lately with the deer eating my garden. In my experience the last few years, if I keep the feeder full, they have had no interest in the garden. Well, not this year...so I told my husband we should consider not filling the feeder until winter. Well, as of this morning, I have changed my mind! They can eat as much as they want as long as they let me take their pictures!

Recently, John and I enrolled our two corgis, Zoe and Dakota, in an agility class. It is the perfect scenario, they get exercise running around the course and we get exercise running to keep up. As luck would have it, they really love it and we get to have some fun together with our dogs. For those of you who don't know what agility is, it is simply putting your dog through a series of obstacles including jumps, ramps, and tunnels. It is a blast and is good for a laugh or two! Just ask the one who lost her dog in a tunnel! (Yes, that would be me) I thought I would share a few pictures from last night's class of our Zoe showing her stuff. We had to sit Dakota out for this photo shoot, but we will get pictures of her next time.
This is a photo of me and one of the coon dogs from the movie, "Where the Red Fern Grows". The movie was shot near the area we lived in Oklahoma and I am sure this was a promotional gig set up by the producers. I have always been a "dog" person, not that I don't like cats, but there is something about dogs that I find so endearing and I connect with.
I have no idea where this was, or what horse this was, but I do know that if there was a horse looking for a passenger, I was all for it. I am sure that this pony had a dozen or more obnoxious kids on his back every day, but I am happy to be there and I am sure that I let him pack me around without any argument.
I posted these pictures only to show that as artists, we are affected by our passions and our experiences. It is obvious where my passions started and have remained.If you are a parent, I offer this advice...do not try to squash the passions, however fleeting, of your children. You have no idea where they will lead...