Not nearly as big or unwieldy as my Granny’s purse, but she’d slow clap for me and tell me I’m moving in the right direction. And then she’d see how hard she could hit one of her kids over the head with this thing.
Greetings from the Inland Empire where oddly I got very in touch with my Southern roots.
In honor of the man who broke the baseball color line.
Peter Frampton was for Marlo. This… this was for Leta.
A beauty far different from that which I find at home.
Don’t ever say that I don’t read my feedback or suggestions, and can I just say, you guys are always spot on with your suggestions.
Who knew that my kids would be so adventurous in Wisconsin of all places?
I am proclaiming this month a success. I think my children would agree.
One of the only shots I got of this howling water dog when I thought I would walk away with hundreds.
The silhouette of more summer memories in the Midwest.