Hay-making... for the benefit of guinea pigs, cats, and such creatures.

Art (to me).
My family strongly urged me not to display my poor judgment by posting this. I told them, "But see, the shape of the house is reflected in the outline of the boxes." Dad said, "Nobody will realize that unless you point it out." So I'm pointing it out... ;-)

God's art. My picture.

Candace

The Transportation of a Bunch of Under-age Drivers

Like father, like son.

The problem with go-carts is that they are always having problems: a problem starting, a problem running, a problem stopping (at least when Clayton is driving), etc.

The joy of the ride.

The Rookie

Piggy-back Instructor

Nothing Runs Like A Deere...

...when there is a strong little boy behind the wheel.

Some folks work; others take free rides.

MiddleCreek + Friends = Fun

Fun, like going hiking.

A dangerous rival photographer indeed! He even has a personal bodyguard.

Motherly Love

So, the trail actually took us somewhere. (Looks like a dead-end.)

We're all headed towards the visitors center - just at different rates of speed. :-)

Soberly contemplating the long distance we have hiked.

I bet when he was younger, water fountains were a lot higher. They make them too low these days. ;-)

A group of still-thirsty travelers.

The "got water" trio: one doesn't got water, one got water ready, and one got water now!

"I..."

Fancy editing? No. Shutter malfunction.

Catch-Phrase: the latest game revolutionizing the homeschool community. ;-)

"Come on, don't you know what I mean?"

"No. No clue."

Dad informed me that he is "sick and tired of seeing pictures of other photographers." (No fault of yours, of course, Josiah :).

Isaac explaining the finer details of his phrase.

Headed Home

Random Stuff that Hasn't Fit in Anywhere

Baby-sitting... literally.

Candace entertaining Lauren by telling her that we ate "real dandelion!" for supper (true, by the way).

The art of playing play-dough.

We buy discount butter in huge blocks that then have to be chopped up.

It takes a long time to chop up a half-frozen 50 lb. block of butter; it takes even longer because we become distracted taking photos like this one.

This calendar illustrates the passage of time in more ways than one.

Primroses

Less like my photography, more like my editing.

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Goodbye, until Saturday two weeks from now Lord willing. :-)
~Carmen~

Time with Family

Hello Everyone,

I have sat here several minutes now attempting to write this introduction. First I typed something; then I deleted it; after that I repeated the process. I thought about saying that the weather is too nice on a day like this to be in front of the computer, but I do enjoy blogging - so I deleted that. :-) I also deleted my comment that it has been a good two weeks - not because it hasn't been (it has!). I just couldn't get the idea worded properly. You know, I even considered trying poetry, but that would have been a little repetitious...

Come to think of it, this is a photo blog isn't it?

Go look at the pictures. :-)

Lettuce for Lunch

"Son, it looks like you have some lettuce here on your plate. You have to be a good example for Jesse you know."

"Aww, Daddy, do I have to?"

"Mmm... this stuff isn't so bad after all."

"WHAT! You mean you actually like that stuff?!"

*forks it in* "Oh, yeah. I could eat salad any day."

The latest in sun-protection headgear: It keeps the sun out and lets the breeze in. :-)

The real owner of the above-mentioned "headgear."

Remember my cousin who doesn't like photographers? His motto:
You shoot me - I'll shoot you.

Frisbee Frame

Actually, it's not a conventional frisbee. It has another name that slipped my mind.

Where these types of things always end up. (Well, not the ball. :-)

Hiking to Dinosaur Rock

"You coming, Gerry?"

"Well maybe... if you let me read your Forbes magazine..."

Deal.