Woodpress

My nephew came over a few days ago to turn up rocks and photograph spiders with me. He rocks. Here are a couple shots: He was pretty sure that was a black widow (I think because he really likes black widows — he’s caught a few of them). His mom suggested (and I agree) that […]

This is my beautiful youngest kid: She was asking me to do something, and demonstrating. I don’t remember now what she wanted me to do, but I’m pretty sure it was something simple like “make a funny face.”

A couple years ago, we left a Christmas wreath on our front door for too long, and a family of birds built a home. They pooped. A lot. Eventually they grew up and flew away. Silly birds.