a saturday night

in burton. it’s a strangely interesting event.
not to mention good people watching.

yesterday morning

7:10 a.m. about 18 degrees out.
i watched from my bedroom window...in bed, but olivia went outside and got this shot.
(what makes this more remarkable...if you know olivia...is that she was even up at all.)
thank you, peanut.

the view

across the street.
he isn’t moving it...he just lifted it to redig the basement before he renovates the rest of it.
long story, but topper, the owner, grew up in this house.
and i thought i was sentimental.

not all treasure is silver and gold, mate

it’s the most wonderful time...of the year.
burton village trash day. where we finally get to put out on the curb
all the junk we’ve been stepping over the last year.
and it’s wild (and a wee bit creepy)
how many trash pickers ride into town the night before.
now we can start saving up for next year.