I live in a cabin in the woods. This means I get to see and hear the woods scenes: Foggy mornings, wet evenings, snowy pines, flowering laurels, and an occasional deer or turkey. Right now the woods are in the unique situation when it clears up after a thunderstorm only to transition to a wet misty dusk. A bird is singing loudly.
Why do birds sing?
In other news, I took my first legal trip with my CDL. I drove the bus from Camp into the Bronx. It wasn't hard at all.
Sarah is making brownies, now is a good time to visit the kitchen.
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1 comment:
how about some more pics. when did you get a new comp. till take your old one off your hands for $50 ill pick it up to.
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