Cortland

My lady taking a break from apple-picking today. She's going to make some apple crisp. But she says I can't have any.

Tiny Dancer

Charlotte and Gordon treat everyone to a shadow dance last weekend at Ken's house. I can't remember the specifics of the narrative, but I recall something about reptiles turning into bankers. Absolutely riveting.

Hot sauce

Barbara has been fattening me up with her garden this summer. Now that the leaves are starting to change color and fall, we only have roots and chard to pick through. I've begun browsing soup recipes.

Little Miss Sunshine

Jen. She's my fearless leader and culinary provider. You should try this woman's home-made bread.

An essay on my old man

"You can't live your life all at once, Channing. Lord knows I've tried." - The Rev. Carl E. Johnson

Back in the day.

Feeding the beast.

Contemplating a garden.

Highlander

James P. plays the pipes at a backyard party this past spring. James is my fellow staff photographer at the paper. He'll just as likely take a stunning photo of you as look at you. Fact.

Can you repeat that, please?

Melissa cuts Adam's hair, and then he gets all irate. I'm still glad he visited though. It had been more than a year since we saw each other. I got springtime plans to visit them in New Jersey. Bet on it.

Makeout/Makeout

Melissa gets it on with Dezzy on the rocks of the White River when she and Adam visited a few weeks ago.

A tribute to my old lady

Chilling at my South Strafford digs with my darlin' this summer.

Huggy Bear

Lauren and Gordon embrace before pancakes. We did some amateur hiking in the White Mountains after breakfast.

I'm about to get obsessive on yo' ass.

Channing has had some problems taking pictures for the latest while. Not anymore. My boy Sam Abell says he doesn't want assignments to dictate his photography. He wants life to. Word! I'm about to be doing the same. Break yo' self!