These are good times.
For the last few years, my mother has held an extended-family weekend at her place in August. For the first time in the last few years, I remembered to bring my camera.
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Mom, Linnea, and I. These are good times. |
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Mom and Linnea in her flower garden. |
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Sara, Linnea and 'her' dog, Fern. Every try and photograph a two year old? Taking pictures of dogs is much harder. They just never smile for the camera. |
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Another picture of Linnea and her dog. |
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Mom and Hannah. |
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One of the orders of the day was to burn all the leftover brush that my mother had been collecting (and that came down during the branch trimming). The smoke produced by the green, damp leaves and needles was stupendous. This picture doesn't do it justice. If you were downwind of it, it was like a blinding snowstorm of ash and soot. |
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Sara, Linnea, and Alexa. I have no idea what's going on here, but it makes a good picture. |
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Like I said, burn, baby, burn. |
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Fern, Hannah, Susie. Susie is schucking some of the corn that we brought from Northfield. Everyone loved it. Score one for us. |
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I simply cannot come up with a description for this picture. |
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Chorus Line, 2004: Minnesota Edition |
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Linnea performing for the crowd, like she always does. And the smoke continues unabated. |
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Yo, Violent G here. Respect yo' teachin', fo shizzle. |
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Debating the upcoming presidential election. Should the US continue alone in Iraq, ask the U.N. to step in and handle it, or withdraw altogether? Serious matters, people. |