There goes September. Hiking: 4 miles (just). Kayaking trips: 0. Nights camping: 0. Hours spent at the computer working – too many to count. I cock a snoot (metaphorically, and photographically quite literally) at September. Definition: Cock a Snoot Photography: Snoot
At Home
Pictures taken in the places I’ve called ‘home’ over the years.
Gary’s a lumberjack for the day (365:266) – I spent most of the day logging. Some friends are thinning out their trees, cutting the big ones into 8-9 foot logs and sending them to a local lumber mill. I volunteered to give them a hand today, so I spent my day clearing and cutting back brush, chaining logs and standing well back as the tractor dragged them up the hill.























