My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She only needs a little attention, a little grunt work. Put some time in sanding and spraying on a few layers of primer, maybe some metal fabrication. Being out exposed to the elements has caused major rust damage, and rotted the floor board out, but it can all be fixed. The grill is gone. Bet a … Continue reading Worth the trouble
“This is an exceptionally noisome trash pit,” holding a clean bandana over her nose and mouth, Hannah tiptoed through the junkyard, careful to not touch any of the rusting hunks. “I’m fairly certain this is illegal. You know, another arrest and it’ll be jail time for you.” Laughing at her discomfort, I rummaged through the … Continue reading Where the wild things are
My father-in-law Harry, Papa to his grandkids, is a real hoot. He has a constant mischievous grin, like he’s up to something he shouldn’t be. Every time we talk he tells me I'm his favorite daughter-in-law and I counter by telling him he's my favorite father-in-law. It doesn't matter that I’m his only DIL and he's my only … Continue reading Papa don’t jeep
The graveyard was a source of embarrassment, and no amount of pleading to move it had helped. The solution was to pretend it didn’t exist. Her greatest fear was that one of her grandchildren would wander into it and get hurt. So when young A.J. strode through the living room wearing one of his grandpa’s … Continue reading Archaeological dig
We're visiting the in-laws this weekend and that gave me a chance to photograph my FIL's collection of old Willys trucks. They are great old cars, lots of character and personality. I went out early in the morning, which gave me some wonderful shadows and light. I had originally planned to post-edit all the images … Continue reading Willys graveyard
Thin spiral notebook 