Til the Last Hemlock Dies
Musings on genre writing, waterfall wandering, and peak bagging in the South's wilderness areas.
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
Worn Out...
I'm far too tired and way too busy to blog.
So, here's my favorite photograph of my little boy before he grew up. (He's 24 years old now.) Gosh, he was a sweet little child.
All I recall about this is that it was an Easter Sunday and we were hunting Easter eggs.
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