Sunlight dances across Nine Mile Creek and through the thistles as the Minnesota landscape prepares for winter’s cover.
The only guy around here with a job is the mower.
Thee gas pumps stand guard over the old station at the Log House Pioneer Village.
This is where I realized that the place was too clean. A building like this should be surrounded with weeds and have a few rusting hulks ’round back. The gang and I are planning some excursions to find ghost towns around the area. If you are interested to joining us for an adventure, or have some suggestions of locations to check out, let me know.
Hey Beatles Fans
There’s a few Beatles related products hitting the market today; think about the date: number nine, number nine, number nine…
Our perennial nemesis, more virulent than the piggy sniffles, pours over the fields — like short Mongolian hoards with puff-ball heads.
