It was 11 degrees and snowed all weekend.
I love this place.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
This is Home
Pictures from the farm.
It was 11 degrees and snowed all weekend.
I love this place.
The Road Home.
My House!
The view from the back deck.
The Bunkhouse. When I was in college & brought my friends home, I would pull up to the bunkhouse & say, "Well, this is it!"
My damn dog, Rufus, & my little cousin Tucker. A few days before we all got home, Rufus decided to play with some dead carp he found in the crick. Rufus did NOT smell good. We kept our distance and Rufus was so sad. But, as my mom said, "Rufus made his choices." "What are choices?" Rufus would probably ask. Still, Tuck & I took our chances.
Section Line.
Because my father likes these folksy accents.
My Grandpa Obach's old shop.
Farmer Casey.
The crick.
My God. Beautiful.
My favorite part.
It was 11 degrees and snowed all weekend.
I love this place.
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4 comments:
the crick has water in it! lunch?
Are you SURE that is your family?
They look so well-adjusted and normal.
Well, I guess it's a firm argument against genetic predeterminism.
Pssst...ask Bridgie to 'splain what juh-net-ic dee-term-in-ism is...
Wow! What a snot am I!!!
Hee. "Rufus made his choices." That's hilarious and kind of profound. I think I'm going to use that from now on as a catch-all phrase for bad judgment, accompanied by a rhetorical talk-to-the-hand gesture. (i.e.,, "Dude. Don't even. Rufus made his choices.")
What great pictures!
...and just beyond the creek cleverly hidden among the trees, the elusive Jen Kuntz stalks her prey...
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