The title squabble.
We're now entering butt-up sleep stage.
Peek! I should probably take the time to do red-eye correction, hmmm?
I like this picture. But the next is better.
"Whachoo talkin' bout, Dada?"
They're angels when they sleep.
We went to Canton Saturday, so I could play in the tournament at St. Lawrence University. It was about 30° warmer there than it was at home. If you look closely at this statue, you can see that the gentleman depicted (Jedidiah Springfield?) only lived for four years. That's one hell of a mustache for a toddler.
A dandelion?
I think that Ethan's up to no good in this picture...
Return to the woods from whence I came!
This says it all - sunny and 70° in Canton, TL was cloudy, cold, and there were lots of vultures circling as we came into town.
They alighted (my big word of the day) in the trees, and I tried to sneak close for a picture.
But the harbingers of doom had none of it, so blurry telephoto's the best that I got.
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