Showing posts with label country life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label country life. Show all posts

Friday, August 23, 2013

A Frankie Photo Album

Our local electricity co-op is sponsoring a photography contest in honor of their 75th anniversary. They are looking for members' favorite photos representing their life in Central Texas.  

So of course I chose a photo of a walk with the puppies, back when Belle really was a puppy and Frankie, our late guinea fowl, thought he was one, too. 

We never tired of seeing that funny little guy tagging along.



The link to my submitted photo is HERE
Voting begins on the 26th and I'd really appreciate yours. 
I could win some cash!

It was tough trying to pick one to contribute, but so much fun digging back through old photos of Frankie. 

I came across several favorites and thought I'd share them with you.

Technically and photographically, they aren't great.
But memory-wise, they're priceless.

Oh, how I miss that funny face peering in at me...











Charly resigning himself to having a guinea fowl as a brother.



Breakfast!



Max's turn.



Charly's turn.



Finally, Frankie's turn.




House inspector Frankie




Just one of the guys on a morning walk.








Making sure Tom does a good job.



Okay, that's enough for one post.

Stay turned for "Frankie Memories, Part 2"...




Monday, February 28, 2011

Questions from a Saturday Stroll

Why do people start houses then just abandon them, leaving sad, skeletal structures?



Why do people build houses shaped like this? 


Why do people build on a hill with a beautiful view of the Hollow,
 then stick a telephone pole right in the middle of it?


Why do I enjoy taking photos of blue rope and piles of metal? 




(Where are the wildflowers?)



Why do little boys and little dogs have so much energy?





Why do neighbors give away perfectly good wood, 
even load it on a trailer and venture down a path you call a driveway 
(but that resembles a dry creek bed more than anything) 
in their pretty truck
 to deliver it right where you want it?





What are we going to do with all of this wood?