Sarah accompanied me the other day on an ice-breaking mission down to the Boquet River. We walked down Lobdell Rd. through what I suppose are called sun flurries. The interesting thing was that you could really only see the flakes when you were looking toward the sun. This posed a problem for the aspiring amateur photographer, but a nearby telephone pole provided a convenient solution.
Dad @ 2012-01-08 09:36:58
So, not only are the bluebirds upset with me for taking down the wires, now you'll be angry 'cause we took down a telephone pole!