I’m feeling pretty well un-inspired, everything I shoot is stinky.
Woody says howdy!
Everywhere I turn there are two things that are not far from me. One is computer stuff and gadets, which my wife is ready to throttle me over. Not that I have parts and junk laying around everywhere, but there are gadets, remotes and such all around. T
This is one of my kids favorites places. Here they are kings and queens and whatever else seems to be on their adventureous minds. To be that age again and not have a care in the world would be both awesome and scary. It’s scary because then I’d have to go through Jr. High and Middle School and High School and College again and I don’t really want to repeat those years. Sometimes I’d like to skip from those years to the end. The in between is too rough, too unpredictable. Little one year old girls shouldn’t have growths by their brain that have to be removed by long and dangerous operations. My niece has to have surgery tommorrow to remove a growth. Sheesh. I want to be a kid again.