Saturday, January 17
It's day.
Soon there will be a fence here.
But I will have to put down this camera and pick up the tools...
First panel is up. Learned a lot. I'm OK.
At this pace, I'll be done by spring.
The kids can't wait to run freely...
The days are still too short.
The plume from the local power plant.
Even this can become a thing of beauty in the right light.
There's gold in them thar hills.
Nope, not this kind:
This.
