When I drive in to town, twelve miles east of where we are staying, I see this red barn. There is just something about this barn I love. Maybe it's the surroundings, or maybe
it's one of the residents. This guy wasn't happy with my presence. Too bad you couldn't hear the very loud grunt that accompanied the look.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
pretty poppy
Monday, August 24, 2009
often wondered
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Bullish
Friday, August 7, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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