I like capturing shots of the old silver maple that is down the street and one over from our place. The sun glow of the sunset turns it into a golden glow.
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Cold Morning
It is cold and the wind is strong form the north. It feels like winter and yet is is fall.
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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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