I’m working on a piece that I think is pretty good, but I’m feeling pressure to help out around the homestead, so I’ll get it up later when the warden gives me a few minutes. But until then, please enjoy one of the latest pictures of my brilliant granddaughter, who, when pulling into our driveway the other day, said “Bumpa”. Which is me, you know? For a 14 month old to be able to associate a place with a person like that seems pretty amazing to me. I guess she isn’t saying “Momma” or “Grandma” much these days, mostly just “Bumpa”. I think she misses me. :)
I’m calling this The Phone Series.
Photos by Extreme Liberal