The man comes to visit the errant son across the road. Mercifully, they moved. I miss the dad though, Pete Dibbon was about the nicest man you'd ever hope to meet and one of the best mechanics, ever.
Sunset against the trees by the river in my backyard.
Col. J.J. Scheel, patron saint of killifish.
Cryptocoryne undulatus. Probably. I'm not actually certain until I flower them.
