Here’s the difference. Jeff logs on and sends me a dozen photos of their recent trip: sunsets, mountains, brick buildings, train stations and family members. Karen logs on and sends me what she’s titled as “Five Great Photos,” and they are all of her son who lives in Spain. Reminds me some of Diane and […]
I might have a theme here. First BirdBrain’s house and now Adam and Tricia’s. The moral might be, don’t hire me to do work, or if you see me with my black backpack, lock your door. Adam wondered why there are no photos of the part of his house I’m most familiar with – the […]
This photo goes with the pig picture – I’m hoping there will be more of Jeffro and Karen’s trip to Spain to see their first born.
Future Jamon.
Me: What should I title it? Diane: How about Homeless? Me: Isn’t that too ham-handed? I don’t want people feeling sorry for me. Diane: Then don’t post it. Me: But I want my words back on the blog, and I want people to know why there haven’t been any. Diane: Then post it. ******************* Dear […]
Usually the roar of the propane catches my attention, but this morning the Counting Crows and our closed windows sealed off the sound. Luckily I glanced out the back just as they were floating by.
I wasn’t the official photographer so I got to lurk in the background and have fun, which is good, because I ended up with about two pictures of the boy. More photos of people no one knows.
I wasn’t the official photographer so I got to lurk in the background and have fun, which is good, because I ended up with about two pictures of the boy. More photos of people no one knows.
John and Karen invited us to their house for dinner, and we arrived just as the sun was setting.
John and Karen invited us to their house for dinner, and we arrived just as the sun was setting.
Many birds and the beating of wings Make a flinging reckless hum In the early morning at the rocks Above the blue pool Where the gray shadows swim lazy. In your blue eyes, O reckless child, I saw today many little wild wishes, Eager as the great morning. Carl Sandburg