A Tale of Two Weekends

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, it was the weekend of sunshine, it was the weekend of snowdrifts...

Last Weekend, in Missouri

Hills of southern Missouri, headed home.

Dad (left) and Wayne (center) canvassed the Little Maries in search of a rock "ash tray" for Dad and good wall landscaping rocks for Wayne.

Dad and I open up the 4-wheelers on the county road past the farm.

And this, oddly enough, is a wonky self-portrait (post 4-wheeling) from the reflection in Dad's truck window. So yep, if you look at the top of the picture, you can see through his truck.


Overlooking the Osage River into Cole County from Painted Rock.

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This Weekend, in Memphis:
Early Saturday morning found only me and a troupe of squirrels in Overton Park.


If you're very still and patient, the squirrels will come.


Aslan, fast asleep.

Blood-red berries... with my silhouette.

My favorite snowman.