Rural North Carolina
I am contributing to sprawl, my carbon footprint is huge, my actual footprint is huge, we live in the country and I am not a country boy. I wake up on the weekends to the distant sounds of shotgun blasts, somewhere there is a dead deer. My biggest fear when I drive my marathon to work everyday is that I’m going to hit a deer, I see several each week. I do this for my family, I do this so we can have a nice sized house, with an oversized lawn. Each day I drive past the Only Way Church of Wilton and wonder if it is really the Only Way.
Everyone is still deathly ill. Actually, Colleen and I are deathly ill, Violet’s nose is caked with snot but she seems fine, and Mason is nearly back to normal after his bout with illness and rash. Not many new pictures in the last few days, so you’ll have to do with a recycled photo from the last time the camera was out. Mason is learning new tricks every day. He’s waving. Tonight, he was walking around with a pair of cymbals, crashing them together like one of those toy monkeys.
His number one favorite thing to do now is feed you.
I’m going to leave you with a few pictures of what I’ve done photo-business-wise for those of you who haven’t seen.
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