After 277 posts and a lot of fun I'm calling it quits. I simply can't maintain a blog, a Facebook page and a Flickr page. Something has to give. So, I decided to shut the blog down. It's been fun, but I gotta move on. If you want to catch me I'm on Flickr at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/32832165@N07/ or on Facebook at: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?ref=profile&id=100000040862097
Once again, it's been fun. See you all on the other side.
The Camera Totin' Idiot
Friday, February 26, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
The 743 in Freight Service
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The Only Civilized Way To Travel
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
My Favorite Photo
I got tagged by LemonyRenee' to post my favorite photo. Hahahahaha! If she knew how many photos I have and then ask me to post my favorite. I had biology tests in college that were easier. Anyway, after three days of rummaging around and scratching my head, I pulled this one out.
This is my son back in 1987 at a family reunion. I was lying under a tree in the front yard at my wife's Aunt Mib's place. It was that point of the festivities when the grown ups were off in their little clusters catching up on things, the big kids had wondered off, and the little kids were napping. My son was just playing around, by himself, when he grabbed a volleyball and started batting it around. I grabbed my camera and fired once. And this is it. Hope you like it.

Uh, I'm not quite sure how this tagging thing works, but I'm tagging my better half over at A Mother's Minute.
Tag . . . you're it!
Post your favorite photo and tell us about it. Then post a comment here at Tara Cain's blog to be part of the photo display.
This is my son back in 1987 at a family reunion. I was lying under a tree in the front yard at my wife's Aunt Mib's place. It was that point of the festivities when the grown ups were off in their little clusters catching up on things, the big kids had wondered off, and the little kids were napping. My son was just playing around, by himself, when he grabbed a volleyball and started batting it around. I grabbed my camera and fired once. And this is it. Hope you like it.
Uh, I'm not quite sure how this tagging thing works, but I'm tagging my better half over at A Mother's Minute.
Tag . . . you're it!
Post your favorite photo and tell us about it. Then post a comment here at Tara Cain's blog to be part of the photo display.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Last Run of the Season
Winter Wonderland
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Back Home Again
There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rolling in.
The afternoon is heavy on his shoulders
There's a truck out on a four lane, a mile or more away
The whining of his wheels just makes him colder.

He's an hour away from riding on your prayers up in the sky,
Ten days on the road are barely gone,
There's a fire softly burning,
Supper's on the stove its the light in your eyes that makes him warm


Hey its good to be back home again
Aometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend...yes
And hey its good to be back home again.


There's all the news to tell him,
How'd you spend your time
What's the latest thing the neighbors say
And your mother called last Friday,
Sunshine made her cry
And you felt the baby move just yesterday


Hey its good to be back home again ...yes it is
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend...yes
And hey its good to be back home again.

All the time that I can lay this tired old body down
Feel your fingers feather soft upon me
The kisses that I live for
The love that lights my way
The happiness that living with you brings me

Its the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you
Its the little things that make a house a home
Like a fire softly burning,
Supper on the stove
The light in your eyes that makes me warm

Hey, it's good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm
Feels like a long lost friend
Yes, hey it's good to be back home again

Hey, it's good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm
Feels like a long lost friend
Hey it's good to be back home again
Said hey it's good to be back home again
Lyrics by John Denver
Last Saturday, Goody Two Shoes and me took Mom up to the farm. She hadn't been there in 30 years. She enjoyed herself and gave my cousin, who's fixing up the old home place, a history lesson. I guess you really can go home.
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