I guess it makes sense -- I mean, you can't really take photos when you're wresting snake-size bittersweet roots from the depths of the Earth -- but still. We really need to put down the lopper and pick up the camera every once in a while.
But in the meantime, according to my peaceful, sedentary, non-toiling photos, I'm just sittin' here . . .
. . . hanging with Big Cac . . .
. . . watching the rain pour down from our bedroom window . . .
. . . at a bar.
Hey, wait, that photo reminds me of something . . .
I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go 'round and 'round.
I've been at it for years.