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Coalescing the vapors of human existence...
About Me
- an Donalbane
- Middle-aged Christian dude, politically libertarian/conservative/incorrect, commenting on the lack of thought and civility in modern society.
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- A slow ride in the country
- Maybe this one's honest
- I hope he has good brakes
- Loners
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- Mmmm, bacon
- I'm not selling...
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- Little bit o' Heaven
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Take a deep breath. It's only a game.8 years ago
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7 comments:
Maybe, once upon a time...I always wonder about the day it was finished. Who built it? Did they hire it done or do it themselves? My dad built my childhood home. My mom still lives there. I don't mean he contracted it out. He built it. Yes, he made the adobes, put in the plumbing, did the electrical, everything. Only one job was not done by him or his brother, who did the cabinets and that was the stucco. Forty years later it is still in good shape and my 6 year old house has more cracks than it. Years from now will anyone know how hard he worked, that it took years to complete...anyway that's why I wonder about the builder...
Good point! As I drove past this structure, I couldn't help thinking about how the near left corner seems to possibly be a legacy from an earlier structure.
If only that barn could talk...
I'd tear it down and make picture frames and bird houses to sell at the mall.
Hmmm. Always thinking in the practical realm, no?
Ha! Todd beat me to it. I recognise this calming structure that provokes so many thoughts- however can't place it. Wo est es?
Palo Pinto County, about 2-1/2 miles down Devil's Hollow Road off of 337.
Bitte sehr.
Chup - Was gibst mit the guy in the bear suit? It displays on my reading pane, but when I go to your blog, no post there with the guy in the bear suit.
BTW, it's 'ist', not 'est'...but I knew what you meant.
Then again, Karen and Richard, you could've been mixing your German and Latin, For All We Know.
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