Christmas
I went to my ancestral home at Bear Flat to celebrate Christmas this year.
Instead of being really cold like it usually is, it was actually warm. Which was nice and disappointing all at the same time.
I got a brand-spanking-new camera, so (surprise!) all my pictures won't look like shit from now on. The camera is pretty bitchin', considering my modest picture-taking needs.
Dad.
Moms.
Me.
Me and my Moms.
The creek was remarkably clear.
Christmas morning. And yes, that tree is real. And alive, actually. We're going to plant it later.
Me, looking all Norman MacLean. I wish I had had my 512 megabyte memory chip becaue without it, I could only take seven pictures. The scenery was gorgeous when we went fishing, and I would have liked to have had pictures.
Instead of being really cold like it usually is, it was actually warm. Which was nice and disappointing all at the same time.
I got a brand-spanking-new camera, so (surprise!) all my pictures won't look like shit from now on. The camera is pretty bitchin', considering my modest picture-taking needs.
Dad.
Moms.
Me.
Me and my Moms.
The creek was remarkably clear.
Christmas morning. And yes, that tree is real. And alive, actually. We're going to plant it later.
Me, looking all Norman MacLean. I wish I had had my 512 megabyte memory chip becaue without it, I could only take seven pictures. The scenery was gorgeous when we went fishing, and I would have liked to have had pictures.