River Rat
A log on the river is a bit better than train tracks, but it doesn’t matter, she’s in front of the camera and she hates that too.
Mother’s Day Rose
Brian bought me roses for Mother’s day 2009. The first dozen roses I’ve ever received.
Train Tracks
She hates train tracks, and this day she hated me for making her sit on them. Can ya tell? I think it was worth her ‘wrath”
Project 365, January 1, 2010
This is one of my first favorite pics taken with my 70-300mm lens. I can not wait for the weather to warm up so I can explore outside.
Halloween Moon
This isn’t exactly the best picture of the moon tonight, but it’s still spooky enough. There is a chill in the air, a fire in the fireplace, a fairytale, stereotypical Autumn night.
Seasons come, and seasons go
B’s front yard. Yes, front yard. This is what the fields look like around here this time of the year. Fields have been cut, raked and baled for winter months. Summer is almost over. Schools start back this week or next. Autumn will be in the air soon enough. The leaves on those trees will be golden yellow in a month. For everything there is a time and a season.
Pretty in Pink
This is the only one of it’s kind at B’s house. Mom picked it to save it from the weed whacker. It’s beauty will fade in a couple days time. It’s pollen gets on everything, and stains my fingers. Tis the price of beauty.
Lake House
Every summer B and I take the boat (and sometimes the kids) to the Lake for the day. For the past year we have watched this house being built. It is massive, these pictures don’t do it justice. While it was being built I would have given anything if B would have just stopped so I could wander through it, even if the walls were just two by 4’s. I would love to see what it looks like inside.
Wouldn’t it be funny if (in this enconomy) a house this big and beautiful on the outside had to stand virtually empty on the inside because they couldn’t afford the furniture? That’s highly unlikely here, but still……
Summertime Summertime Sum Summer Summertime
Is there anything better when you are a kid on a hot summer evening than watching big brother play baseball and eat a cold popcicle?
Oh to be this young and as carefree about life. Not a care in the world beyond watching Bubby play ball.
I miss those days.