Life is just so beautiful ...

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Just stuff from this past summer ...

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I'm having too much fun just putting pics on this new blog.

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Can you believe it? Just gorgeous stuff each and everyday ... This, of course, was sometime ago this past summer ... early.

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Another scene that graces my front window. This is last year during ice fishing season. I love it. The pond fills up w/sooo many ice fishermen. Snowmobiles, trucks, shacks, families, fun - fun - fun.

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Okay, no matter how ya' slice it ... when the storm is over, ya' gotta' love the after effects.

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Gary and I celebrated 40 years of hangin' out together. We did the obvious and went to Florida, Disney. I'm trying to wrap my head around being w/someone for 40 out of the 60 years I've been around ... PHEW!

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I get to see this incredible creature from time-to-time right out my front window. I got lucky and had my camera handy. Sometimes I am in such awe of what is around me that I forget to catch on camera. I just look ...
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Two of My Favorite People

Here are two of my favorite people. Daughter loving her dad ... and dad loving his daughter. What could be better ...

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The Light of the Moon

I love the light of the moon on water. There is something so calming about it. Its reflection. The hint of a pathway to nowhere. Just being able to look at it. The privilege of being out here and the opportunity to look out the window and see it. I feel blessed to be here ...

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The Old Barn ...

I love old barns. They have such a story to tell. You can see the hard work they did all those years ago in all of its brokeness ... The wood is like old bones falling apart at the joints. This one speaks of the chickens that were raised in it. The ghosts of the farmers still walk the stairs. I want to talk w/them. I want to shuffle my feet among the chicks and hear their peeping. A friend of mine worked in a chicken barn her family owned. She spoke of the early mornings rising before school to clean, feed and water the chickens. She saw her maman snap the necks of some of the chickens who were diseased and who said to her little girl in a nonchalant sort of way with that very strong French accent, "They will kill the other chickens if we don't do this." Then she moved on ... and so did the child. The barn ... it sits, alone - in a field that is vast. It has so much to say - so much to share. It has given so much to so many ... now it is abandoned - left to rot - to fall - all alone. In my mind I say, "Thank you."

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The Second Half ...

I am in the second half of my life and I am not sure how to address this time in my life. I will be 60 soon (1 year from now) and it is the only # that boggles my mind. I am not afraid of it, nor do I dread it ... it is simply mind boggling to me that I too will be 60. That was my mother's age at one time. My dad never made it to 60 nor did our oldest brother and yet there I'll be ...

Your thoughts on this # ... 60, sixty,  soixante, etc.