I have been here a week now. There's not much to do.
So my parents and I go for a bundled walk.
My dad and I bring our cameras to take pictures for our blogs. Here's his.
We pass all the familiar landmarks. The green house that is no longer green:
A telephone pole whose numbers come loose:
When my brother and I used to walk past as kids we would hear the metal pieces tinkling against each other.
The view of our house through the trees:
It's wild and wonderful out here.
Especially back at the house, where I admire the full cabinets.