The neighbor's clump birch looks like the top of a silver maple tree but it isn't. I stood close enough to it to make it seem to be large. The sky had become dark enough that the street lights are up and running.
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My dad has come home from the war. It is 1945 in the summer. My oldest brother Ron is on the right and Rex is on the left. The next two bo... -
Teddy's legs are a little short for this big wheel but he still likes sitting on it. These shots were buried in my files and this one...
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