I got your neighbor's sister next door! Grrrrrrr...

Wrong! Roundup kills grass too. Weed-Be-Gone is the correct answer.

Magnificent picture, just as it is. I'm curious.....where does the sand go from here? It seems that, over time, it would pile up and fill the slot.

Shucks, I got a bunch and a half!

Don't mess with Mother Nature.

The untouched RAW version is much nicer; you can actually see the real ting. The first one looks like an old broad that didn't know when to stop smearing make-up on her face.

Get goin' & show us your stuff!

We lived in Twain Harte back in the '60's and I'm curious; Is there a railroad museum in Jamestown? We remember when they filmed The Great Train Robbery between Sonora and Twain Harte. The cast stayed in a small hotel in Twain Harte and mingled with locals nearly every night. It was a fun time with Zero Mostel , Kim Novak and others. The locomotive appears to be a narrow guage, based upon the comparison to the width of the trailer.

Many years ago, there was a 'smith shop behind our home and I can still remember the ringing of the anvil as that old man made all kind of things from raw iron. He didn't know he was an artist, he was just making things that his customers needed. Fascinating.

All very interesting but the "Dead Stick Landing" indicates just that; power off landing. All props are feathered and it is a demonstration of pilot skill to be able to get that massive machine safely on the ground with no power.

Mold spores

Man, this just makes me sick.....Homesick, that is! Love the life. Everything is real..Hard work, Good people.. Little monetary reward..Fabulous satisfaction.

Even provides a brand new pair of chaps once in a while.

Please do it again.

Love those bears! I too, like the big brown variety. Here's a mom & cub I walked up on in the great vastness of Katmai. The first one was as mom was waking after a mid day nap & the kid was wanting to play. They wandered off while we had lunch, heading downstream. After our lunch, we headed downstream too. I had to wade around a willow and when I stepped around the bush, the cub, whowas heading back upstream, ran smack into my knee. I froze. The cub stood up on his hind feet and sort of barked at me from about two feet. Mom sauntered up to investigate and reached over the cub and sniffed my face. I could feel her breath on my face. She backed up and uttered a low woof and the cub walked back to her and then I took the second picture.

Thanks partner, glad you're doing well. It's good to be living in this time with the advances in medicine. Best of luck! (Beer's already cold)

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