Hey Ya'll. Hope all is well. I have just gotten back to my photos. And my own mind, as well. These are photos from the last month of my life. In going backwards order. Laura and I had an early flight back from Charleston, and photography was just too prime. Too bad the glass had to be in the window. Anyway, before those are Dad and Lyla on the beach at Edisto when we were home for one of Lynda's Big "0's." And then before that one, is the artwork we had framed for the house a A.C. Moore's. And this morning, at the hour of 7:15 I took Edvard out for a walk, and we ended up at a place that was near Rock Creek Park. It was cool to see the tree limbs, and how they were twisted and exposed in the outskirts of the forest and trails. It reminded me of when I was in my teenage years, around the same age that the shameful picture of me is showing, with Tree and Kenny doing some Motown "Smooth Moves," on my sister Lynda's Facebook Page. Anyway, I digress which tends to happen when I discuss family. Although, Rich might want to talk to some of the Facebook people about legal action, as well, on the photography front. As I was rambling, there were several sets of woods that we would play war games in, and other such games, with Glen, Robby, Steve, Tommy, and others. I remember the smell of pine straw and the woods. I would hide in bushes and leaf piles to conceal our location. Smelling the decaying leaves, Georgia red clay, and brownish dirt sticking to my clothes as my chubby body hid, crawled, or ambled through the woods to not get captured, or killed, by my fellow playmates. Ah well, that is why we have fond memories, as well as, the torturish ones. Enjoy the pics.
3 comments:
I miss the pine straw.
-Laura
Do you need me to talk to the FAA about the glass in the window on the plane?
i used to burn the pine straw in the woods. that smelled good too. remember crawling thru the pipes under the streets - as i recall that didn't smell good, but was an adventure.
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