As the World Turns

No. My life is not a soap opera. Nowhere close. It is pretty much a daily repeat. One day to the next. Right now, I am super happy with that repeat button being pressed. But with me, you never know when and if that is going to start to make me twitch.

Our Stella Macaroni. 
This day, Duchess, her nemesis was out on a walk. 
Stella can't see out of this window, but somehow she senses her.
So, I taunted her a little to get this shot.

Ms. Blue's white board.
She is T totally on a Daddy kick right now.
It's as if I don't exist.
It's completely heart melting

Ainzli did some research online on how to build a good tent.
She did awesome. 
It had rooms.
No kidding.
It was up the entire weekend.

These next 3 were found on my camera after a download.
They had cleaned the entire shoot up.
I didn't even know about them.
What a pleasant surprise!

 This particular yard was absolutely beautiful when we moved in.
7 years ago.
Since then, the woman of the house has gone into a nursing home.
The man of the house still lives here but spends all his time with her.
There is much neglected here.
Thistles galore. Her peonies have been swallowed by lesser beauties. The yard is pretty gnarly.
But what matters, what truly matters, is not here.
Now when I look at this yard, it is still beautiful.
In its neglect is beauty.

This girl has that ball with her at all times.
The marks on my walls are the proof.
She is passionate about it.
She wants to truly pursue it.

Her and I pass almost everyday.
We have a broken outside light.
A broken house number.
Making memories. 
That is what I tell myself.
Scuffed walls.
Broken stuff.
Constant banging.
We are just making memories.

Garage Sale.
For some reason I stopped.
Too much fun.

Here we go.
Gingham apron.
Milkglass lamps.
Drumroll please.........

A Sunday afternoon in the rain.

Sometimes our hillbilly roots cannot be concealed.
I love this shot.
No reason why, just do.

Oh happy day. Have a great one.


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