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Friday, June 25, 2010

The field (beans) between us and the river is flooded.
Happens most every year.

This is the big barn . . .

Turn 180 degrees and this is the field . . .

Walk to the gate . . .

I've always wanted to live on a lake.
Maybe someday.
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This is what happens to your shoes
when visiting Brian's shop . . .
Metal shavings.
Luckily, they come out easily.

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