Saturday, October 23, 2010
Sanctuary...
...the controversial and sinister novel by William Faulkner that I read last summer. This place reminded me of a latter-day "Goodwin place"; I could envision the thug "Popeye" emerging from a thicket with a shot gun to shoo us all away. (we were respectfully on "our" side of the no trespassing fence...still). Of course, this is Missouri, not Mississippi; and the "junk yard guard dog" was a happy, tail wagging black lab.
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To Remember Dad's 103rd Birth Anniversary, Something Different
My Grandparents on my Dad's side were both "bonus babies", kids who were born to much older parents, long after they expected...
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...socializing with a very well behaved and smiling Pit Bull and his young owners. A portrait for Camera Critters .
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...while patrolling his vegetable garden this morning, Hubs' was able to get several spectacular shots of this Spicebush Swallowtail, b...
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