A Day Trip

My cute...*cough* I mean...horribly vicious and blood thirsty little viking brothers!

A Rose in Full Bloom

Rednecks?

We seem to have a sniper problem...*whispers*...it's called target practice! :-)

Waiting..

hmmm

Yes....this poor waif/cabin boy IS indeed binding his own feet...poor him...*traces tear trail down face with finger*
A little help from a fellow pirate
goes a long way...


so that one may get along
better via hop....-->


just testing different formats for photo posting...will be doing a bit more experimenting from now on...this blog is rather lacking in aesthetics..*shrugs*...

Pirates?....We Think...

we'll just call it..."yankee ingenuity"...hehe ^_~

*shudder*

"If Ransom said nothing, it was because he could not speak. He saw a man who was certainly not ill, to judge from his easy stance and the powerful use he had just been making of his fingers. He saw a man who was certainly Weston, to judge from his height and build and colouring and features. In that sense he was quite recognisable. But the terror was that he was also unrecognisable. He did not look like a sick man: but he looked very like a dead one. The face which he raised from torturing the frog had that terrible power which the face of a corpse sometimes has of simply rebuffing every conceivable human attitude one can adopt towards it. The expressionless mouth, the unwinking stare of the eyes, something heavy and inorganic in the very folds of the cheek, and clearly: 'I have feautres as you have, but there is nothing in common between you and me.' It was this that kept Ransom speechless. What could you say -- what appeal or threat could have any meaning -- to that? And now, forcing its way up into consciousness, thrusting aside every mental habit and every longing not to believe, came the conviction that this, in fact, was not a man: that Weston's body was kept, walking and undecaying, in Perelandra by some wholly different kind of life, and that Weston himself was gone."

C.S. Lewis, Perelandra

Awwwwwww

Yellow

i have recently realized I can actually enjoy this color...in SMALL doses...flowers are good "small doses" ^_~

As I walk into the valley of....ticks....

Wedding Invitations

We were an awesome invitation making team!
168 in one evening...and these aren't the simplest little blighters either....

Balancing Act

Sitting there, minding out own business when...
a villian arrived on the scene...
who flees when the damage is done...*sigh*

Warren

showing his stuff. His Father and Brother died in plane crashes at different times...he continues, and is in air shows all over the country! Holds the record for landing on the shortest runway....ON a motorhome!!!!!

Family of Pilots

All the family members (present) who have flown solo!

Rock Piling

The meaning of our last name!
Christian was bending over and I told Douglas to put his hands in the air...I got both! *pleased*
Getting ready to head for the Farmstead and wanted the rocks contained...so we built a hasty wall with them.
I enjoyed the more artistic piling!

My Dream Truck

I have now seen this truck twice in FM!! this pic is from the first time I saw it and Chelsea almost missed a green light for me to snap the shot..when i saw it in town a couple days ago I almost flipped! I was so excited to see it again!...yeah...I like! :-)

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Happy Birthday Peter!

(holy smokes you're OLD!!!!)

Love you lots!