
“One of life's gifts is that each of us, no matter how tired and downtrodden, finds reasons for thankfulness: for the crops carried in from the fields and the grapes from the vineyard.”

The late afternoon sun casts it's light upon the vines, slowly persuading the grapes to yield their sweet juices.

Backyard greenery

The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent upon it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the world to do. ~Galileo

Hezie's truck in front of the barn - AND NO AIR BAGS BABY!

In the vineyard

Old House on Wahsega (different angle)

My 65 Falcon Sprint, November '09

55 Chevy Pickup...big block and patina

Tammy Ray's Ridler Award winning 1933 Ford Phaeton

Cobra with Roush 427 and sweet fuel injection

Dawn Reflections

Shall We Dance, My Lady...

Is This My Best Side, or ...

...Who's the Fairest of Them All?

I Think I Can, I Think I Can...

Big Blue on the Wing

Head On

Shoot Quick, I'm Headin' for the Reeds

GBH Looks Angry at Somebody

Lookin' at you lookin' at me lookin' at you

Cane Creek Falls

Peak of Color

God in His goodness sent the grapes, to cheer both great and small; little fools will drink too much, and great fools not at all.

Touch of Winter Color

Reflections of a Summer Morning Sky

Sunrise Fishing

What Lies Beneath

Can Creek Falls in Dahlomega, Georgia

Spring Morning Skies

Morning Mist

December Morn

A Path in the Woods

Cold September Morning

Wahoo Skies

Vivid Beginnings

Church Sunset

Day 1

Clay Creek Falls

The Sentinel Tree