A rare site in my lifetime is the Baltimore Oriole. They migrate through, heading north, and we rarely see them come through. I put out a bowl of grape jelly once I saw him and he did come back for a photo session.
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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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