My wife grew up in Hesperia, MI, and we visit her parents up here often. The town is small- they live right in the heart of it, but still have a long, sloping tract of land on the White River.
Erin's dad Lou loves to play the piano. Currently he's playing along with Eric Clapton's Unplugged album.
He's also a talented drummer. He got a new set recently so we're going to inherit the old ones. I just need some drum mics and then my album might have a rhythm track.
We drank a bit last night (ok more than a bit, but not an exceptional amount), and went to bed after watching George Carlin live on stage.
That was yesterday. Today I woke up bright and early because Clapton gets frisky in the mornings and licks any exposed body parts vigorously until we roll out of bed and take him out. Of course, he's asleep by 10 AM.
But that's later. It's still early. I mean, in the narrative. What narrative, you ask? Go to hell. Like I said, it was early, and the light was looking really good outside so I put on my gloves and the wide angle adapter and headed outside to the (warning: understatement coming) brisk morning air.
Don't let all that sunlight fool you: it was cold. The river was frozen about a quarter of an inch.
The air is dry, so everything close to the surface of the water gathers a beautiful frost.
This is a picture of an interesting tree. I like the lighting and the swoopy grain.
This water pump actually works. We tried to hook Lou's home-brew water pump up to it last summer, but the pressure was inadequate. The blocks next to it are the foundation for an old barn that collapsed while Lou was tearing it down some years ago.
Erin's mom Jayne loves to check out the local wildlife, and has at least a half dozen bird feeders and another half dozen bird houses around the yard. This one is carved from a gourd, and hangs on an oak tree next to the house.
By this time, my fingers were freezing off (despite the fact that I've learned to use the G9 quite quickly even with gloves). I have a few more pictures but I'll post them later. Now we're having coronas and trying to keep Clapton from humping anything in sight.
Erin's dad Lou loves to play the piano. Currently he's playing along with Eric Clapton's Unplugged album.
He's also a talented drummer. He got a new set recently so we're going to inherit the old ones. I just need some drum mics and then my album might have a rhythm track.
We drank a bit last night (ok more than a bit, but not an exceptional amount), and went to bed after watching George Carlin live on stage.
That was yesterday. Today I woke up bright and early because Clapton gets frisky in the mornings and licks any exposed body parts vigorously until we roll out of bed and take him out. Of course, he's asleep by 10 AM.
But that's later. It's still early. I mean, in the narrative. What narrative, you ask? Go to hell. Like I said, it was early, and the light was looking really good outside so I put on my gloves and the wide angle adapter and headed outside to the (warning: understatement coming) brisk morning air.
Don't let all that sunlight fool you: it was cold. The river was frozen about a quarter of an inch.
The air is dry, so everything close to the surface of the water gathers a beautiful frost.
This is a picture of an interesting tree. I like the lighting and the swoopy grain.
This water pump actually works. We tried to hook Lou's home-brew water pump up to it last summer, but the pressure was inadequate. The blocks next to it are the foundation for an old barn that collapsed while Lou was tearing it down some years ago.
Erin's mom Jayne loves to check out the local wildlife, and has at least a half dozen bird feeders and another half dozen bird houses around the yard. This one is carved from a gourd, and hangs on an oak tree next to the house.
By this time, my fingers were freezing off (despite the fact that I've learned to use the G9 quite quickly even with gloves). I have a few more pictures but I'll post them later. Now we're having coronas and trying to keep Clapton from humping anything in sight.
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