outsdr | Trip pics - Part 3 (Reply)

Kyle always kinda looks stoned.

He also likes to wear his food.

There's a lot of smiles in that kid.

A tractor and an oven mitt. What more could a child want?

I gave him the bear; it came with my order of daffodils from the Cancer Society. Daffodils were one of my mother's favorite flowers, as well as my own.

How is it that all toddlers are born with the ability to unerringly hit a man in the genitals?

Grandma and I. She's ... 87? now, I think.

Rascal in his bed. I wish I could have brought him home with me. He deserves better.

One of my brother's many woodland trails.

Ice cream time!

The hospital had many fantastic paintings. This one was right outside the nuclear medicine office.

All my mother's plants have died. It's like my family is concentrated entropy - everything seems to break down around us.

This should be preserved and exhibited.

The rope swing from my childhood still hangs from the white oak in the yard. My father hung it there in 1976.

The swing hasn't seen use in decades.

An unexpected discovery while moving some out exercise equipment. We think it was a cat.

Sadly, my clockwork train set was beyond saving.

A Paul Detlefsen print. These were ubiquitous in 1960s-70s Pennsylvania Dutch homes. And someday, I'll fill my house with them.

After leaving the farm, I had to stop by my alma mater, Frostburg State University. Besides the clock tower, there's not much I recognize any more.

At the airport, a group of wandering minstrels took out their instruments and burst into song. Loudly.

I just took his picture because he was cute. Not that you can tell here. Oh well.

We were shuttled from one side of the terminal to the other. I forget which airport it was, however, but the transports looked like they were out of Star Wars. I was truly hoping they were driverless and robotic, but alas, a driver got in at the last moment and took control. The controls, however, are at both ends of the transport ... so it never needs to be backed up or turned around!