I’m at home over Thanksgiving. Not my home, but my old home that I still call home, despite not having lived there for a couple of decades. The home where my Dad lives. We are cleaning out the basement for a remodeling project–my sister, Chad, our kids. We take loads out to the driveway and […]
It is always a treat to take the trek from our side of the evergreens over to the M’s side of the evergreens for a quick shoot.
These are my neighbors. In fact, we probably would not live here if Marie hadn’t ever-so-gently pointed us to the open lot beside them. I will be forever grateful to her for that. I will be ever grateful for this family welcoming us with open arms ten years ago.