My boy. . .

My number one son begs for his turn to be pushed on the great swing beneath the maple tree. Shoes are of course optional.

Mum's bookshelf

Just a random glimpse of one of my mom's many bookshelves.

Crossing That Bridge

Pushing rocks from the bridge into the creek below provided plenty of entertainment for John and Emmalee.

For my part, I always enjoy the view from the bridge, and the fact that there is no house at all visible from the public road. It is cut off, completely, from civilization, and in tune, completely, with nature.

Clouds rolling in . . .

The forecast called for rain all day . Most of the day was cloudy, but with no chill in the air. As I stood at the bridge, I photographed the clouds rolling in.

The place

Hundreds of photos were taken, but no photo can capture the essence of a place, anymore than a breath can be the essence of a man, a glass of water the essence of a lake.

A Piece of my soul . . .

Fly Me To The Moon

Fly me to the moon

Saw this photo and thought I'd share it.

Toes

Toes, and reflections of toes, at the gymnasium on Saturday. Emmalee begged me to take a picture of this odd reflection. Taekwondo competitors are all barefoot.

Taekwondo Medalist

Emmalee celebrates her silver medal at her first ever Taekwondo competition.

She won silver in the "form" competition, and turned around and won gold in the "breaking" competition.

Papa is so proud!

The windows of the cheap dirty little cafe

The windows of the cheap dirty little cafe where i have my lunch by myself sometimes...

At least It's cheap.

Kayakers

Kayaking

Emmalee and John enjoy kayaking at the lake.

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Bike Lunch

Carolyn and I rode our bikes to meet for lunch one day last week. Though sunny, it was far from warm.

A Gray Day at the Monument

Emmalee exults having climbed one of the walls at the base of the monument.

John scales the wall.

My kids are climbing the walls. Which is why i like to get them out of the house.