“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