Badflower was Best

This is how far behind in blog posts I am: I left off before I got a chance to post about our concert in Montana. That concert was on July 23.

A New glimpse

I like the role of photographer.

From the moment I saw this tree, I thought it was Tree Inge, a character from my childhood.

Despite a threat of wildfire, unlike last year’s visit, this year Montana skies stayed blue.

I got to spend some one-on-one time with one of my nephews before Pedro and I drove him back home to Montana.

Sandy came to pick me up and take me to the coast so we could have fun and catch up on each others’ news.

I had a new perspective of the Astoria Column this week: I happened to spot it from the river shore.

There is no way to live a full life and not leave some things behind as you go.

Weatherizing AND getting rid of extra paint makes me especially happy when the final result is the cutest henhouse ever.

In Kellen’s room, our goal was to get rid of the popcorn, then paint the whole thing white.