I have lost my eyesight like I said I would but I still know

I took a couple pictures over the weekend for this particular blog. I talk a lot about my family, but so often, when I post pictures, it's of my dumb face or some tree or something. My mom always says the most interesting pictures have people in them. So here are a couple of my people.

My brother, grandfather, and grandmother on my father's side.

 

Chels, back from 89 days in Switzerland and crafting a tomato salad. She's the sister I never had, the almond to my vanilla.

 

 

This is my adopted brother Skip. He called this his 'jail pose' because I was trying to take his and my father's picture while they were arranging flowers for the table. (My father is hiding just off screen.) I like the juxtaposition of the flower bouquet with the reflected weapons and deer skulls.

 

 

Speak of the devil and she will appear.

 

 

The Devil in miniature, looking for a snack.

 

 

No one is allowed to park in the driveway re: cornhole.

 

 

 My father's most epic tomato garden ever.

 

 

The pond overflowing with lotus this year.

 

 

My fine young mom and some wine. I accidentally caught her being quite serious here.

 

 

 

 

Garage self-portrait, post-flowers. I took a better picture of my face in the basement, but I like how my arms look strong and my boobs like good in this one.