Down on the Farm

Grandpa and his Holsteins

My father grew up on a farm in Northwest Minnesota, near a small town called Foxhome. My grandfather was a grain and dairy farmer and had a herd of holsteins. Grandpa was a tall, handsome man of few words, and he worked hard every day. Life was not easy when you had a house full of  kids and cows that needed milking. He appears to have been hosting a meeting of local dairy farmers. When I was young, I loved to go visit the farm and the cows. Grandpa sold off the herd in late-1960s. My dad took these photos about 1948/1950 when he was home for a college break. He used a camera he had purchased while in the army after World War II.

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Thursday’s Special’s August Words

Street Art, Porto, Portugal

Ursine

 

Looking into the Douro Valley, Portugal

Earthward

 

Impala Herd, Maasai Mara, Kenya

Coeval

 

My nephew’s Wedding, Fairbanks, Alaska, June 2019

Connubial

 

My nephew’s Eagle Scout Court of Honor, LaGrange, New York, August 2019

Adorned

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On the Road Again: Garden Fresh

Fresh from the vine tomatoes from my sister’s garden in upstate New York.

Faux Flowers

Bridal Shower Favors, painted by my sister

Bridal shower favors, painted by my sister. We gave a bridal shower for my nephew’s fiance when I was in Alaska in June. My sister paints glass and she and the bride-to-be painted the ornaments. Wild roses from Alaska.

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Dots

All Fanned Out

On the Road Again: Southern California

I am spending the afternoon on my sister’s patio enjoying the lovely weather and the companionship of Tortuga, a desert tortoise who wandered into their yard 20 years ago and never left. He like rose petals.

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