As long as I was out there, I thought I’d do something I haven’t done probably since my kids were little. I built a snowman.
I’m now back up in DC on yet another unscheduled side quest, but I’ll be heading south again to pick up my travels where I left off.
If I have to choose a physical location to associate with the word ‘home’, it’d be Surf City, NC.
Today is a celebration of the art that is photography.
Mama and papa took off when I got up to go get the camera, but the three babies hung out and let me take their picture.
I made it safely to Indiana, and I’ll be here for an indeterminate period of time.
On the upside, I got some work done and I got my hair cut.
I needed some quiet time to figure out how to deal with some personal family stuff.
I keep trying to explain this to Annie, but she just won’t listen.
It was a beautiful finale to a day when I struggled a lot.
I just wanted to get a few shots of the tulips in bloom before it got dark.
When one goes where the wind blows, as I do, sometimes the wind blows in a direction one doesn’t want to go. That’s part of the deal.
It was pretty, and I think that’s reason enough.
Thanks, old friend. You’re awesome, and I love you dearly.
I decided the universe wasn’t happy with my being on the wrong side of the border.
I feel pretty accomplished.
We had a few laughs that involved a young family and a unicorn onesy that was not, shall we say, modestly arranged.
Everyone knows I’m a bird guy, but every now and again a mammal catches my eye. I took a portrait of this little guy in New York.