please tell me you remember muskrat love.
i don't want to feel old all alone.
{suzie and sam. and they shimmied. sam was so skinny}
our son lives for and loves anything music.
including old albums for his new {and recently found old} record players.
my parents are moving across town after living in the same house for 37 years. mom pulled out these old albums to add to his quickly growing pile of albums and the old record player {and an old rca radio} i found in my dad's garage.
score !!
~
the best part. our son loves something we grew up with.
now granted, he couldn't really breathe without all of his high-tech equipment, but it melts my heart a little bit knowing that record players and old albums are what's making him smile the most lately.
what are these blossoms.
they're in a beautiful tree right outside my studio window and i honestly don't know what they are.
BUT
these i know. gypsy moth worms. gross.
their nest was on a branch in my beautiful tree.
gross again.
so i cut off the branch as my neighbor walked by and then he grabbed lighter fluid and a lighter and we burned those little suckers to smithereens. that's always kind of fun to do.
i'm still playing with my {lens} baby. i think i'll like her best at the beach. or a farm.
or maybe even the zoo. inside the house bores her a bit.
just another try at a "still shot"
{the wood is the top of my 100 year old table that i use for my desk}
the last three photos were taken at our cottage. it's for sale.
want to buy it.
{no my antiques are not included. well maybe if you really beg}
*
