DEconstructed - REconstructed Art - Assemblage . Thursday, May 14, 2015. Blast From The Past - Home Town Collages. I have a great affection. So with Memory Lane on a roll,. I remembered that near our house there was an industrial water tower on a factory that was shaped and painted like a giant Vicks Vapo Rub jar. It still exists in rust and patina and is used as a cell phone tower.

Wandering Through the Camera Lens. What a Start to the New Year.

The river runs clear and free. It is fed from a number of pristine springs and. The healthy grass bottom insures a plethora of fish,birds and turtles. Much of the eastern shoreline and the headwaters are protected as a State. Park and the river itself has been designated as both an. With so many taking to the paddlesports, it is imperative that we all have an idea of what we are doing. To make you a better paddler and keep you safer, we offer a.

Day Trips from Cedar Key. Historical Images of Cedar Key. How to See Cedar Key Florida. For the most current photos with just a bit of commentary, see the Blog. Looking for something else? The pi.

Sunday, June 29, 2014. Last Sunday, my dad and I randomly decided to take a drive out to the same spot as last year to look for ghost orchids.

Adventures of the Wandering Book Artists. IN THEIR GYPSY WAGON BOOKMOBILE. CLICK HERE TO SEE MORE PHOTOS OF THE WAGON. Friday, April 17, 2015. MTSU, Murphreesboro, TN. We spent exactly 120 days on the road, oddly enough they were divided exactly in half 60 days each direction.

Monday, July 20, 2015. Hot Dogs in the Middle of Nowhere and a Horse Named Dawson. So after our first night on his property we set out the next day in search of the little town park to see if we could do some stealth camping! We passed this sign while in search of the town park.

This gallery contains 64 photos. On the road again! .

Roadtrekgirl has a severe case of Wanderlust. The cure? Heading out to explore the world! Snowy Mountains, Snowy Woods. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though. He will not see me stopping here. To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer. To stop without a farmhouse near. Between the woods and frozen lake. The darkest evening of the year.