Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Sunday, July 26, 2020


When I was a child, pheasants such as this nested in the fencerows.  At dusk you could hear their
call.  They were magnificent, beautiful birds.  Sadly they're gone, as are the fencerows.

Saturday, July 25, 2020

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Sunday, July 12, 2020

Take a Word - Rusty

The rusty old truck in a field in Oregon is extracted from a photo my son-in-law took recently. 

Saturday, July 4, 2020