Scenes from September 5
The light pouring in the windows of this house is what sold us on it. The view through those windows didn’t hurt either.
Where the treetops meet the sky
As Hurricane Sandy rolled through, we woke to the tallest, skinniest pine bending back and forth in the breeze.
The solar hula girl whose hips squeak with each gyration.
Chopping Potatoes 
I can relate to squeaky creaky hips…beautiful pics once again!
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Ha ha! I thought it was annoying each time I heard it, but now it’ll remind me of my own failings! Thanks – for liking the pics, not that realization!
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