So, I am not so sure about this whole blogging narcissism thing. I find it a bit awkward to write stuff assuming someone in the ether gives a shit about any of it. However, (and here's where I fly my hypocrisy flag really high), I do think we do some weird shit and I actually feel like remembering some of it as I go along my way. Being unable to keep a written journal that doesn't spiral into little more than "woke up, at breakfast. . . ", I decided to try this out. Perhaps I will maintain some interesting stuff, or maybe it will just fade away only to have it quietly archived into a mass of information. Here goes. . .
I thought photos were a good starting point for easing my way into this journal. As an early birthday gift, I got a new wide angle lens for the camera. So to kick things off, let me introduce you to the happenings and the cast of characters in the backyard.
I thought photos were a good starting point for easing my way into this journal. As an early birthday gift, I got a new wide angle lens for the camera. So to kick things off, let me introduce you to the happenings and the cast of characters in the backyard.
This trusty stead is our 'guard' dog, Shaft. Not nearly as tough as he looks.
These are the ladies. . . Ricki, Sally, Oprah and Ellen!
The hive! Our Georgia queen, Queen Peaches, is hiding in there somewhere.
And finally, the backyard. We recently took down the chainlink fence of imprisonment and are happily beautifying some public land that lines our property.
Oivind is trying out the new camera remote!
That's me. The beekeeper, by default because I didn't get stung on the first day.
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