Contentedly

Flowery

Sketchy

Open Streets 2017 - Minnehaha Ave

Tutelary

Open Streets 2017 - Minnehaha Ave

Doggy

She said that she must pet the dog.   Open Streets 2017 - Minnehaha Ave

Melody

Open Streets - Minnehaha Ave

Teeny

More from our stop in Wayzata Bay.  There was a model railroad display set up outside the Wayzata Depot.

Buoyancy

More from Wayzata Bay on Lake Minnetonka.

Summery

More from Wayzata Bay on Lake Minnetonka.

Heavy

We spent the afternoon driving around the various bays of Lake Minnetonka and stopped for a short time next to Wayzata Bay to stretch our legs.

Peacefully

Horny

Happy

 While working on a strategy to transition old photos to a new photo album, I found this gem.

Scanned with Epson V600.

Fiery

Homey

Expectancy

The new Stillwater bridge opens August 2nd.

Pinky

Soggy

Buddy

Miss this little dude.  This was taken almost 4 years ago, to the day.

Birdy

Meanwhile, ten years ago at the Minnesota Zoo.

Crunchy

Ten years ago, the stranger who owned this car was having a bad day.

Weary

Dead dog alert.

Toothy

These two were getting all their pent-up energy worked out today.  More toothy images below.  Wally has already moved away and was back helping his dad clear things out of the house, so this may be the last time they are toothy together.

Imaginary

More from my mom's childhood.  This tea set is even smaller than the other one I blogged.  To get an idea of how small, I have included a snap below from my phone showing the pitcher sitting on top of a nickel.

I know I have a few more pieces to this set somewhere.  If I find them, I may revisit this subject.

Party

It's Friday night!  Scary Harry has his dancing shoes on (err..so to speak) and is ready to party.

Hairy

Jewel is "whipping up some meringue", as I like to call it.  It doesn't matter how much I brush her, she always has the last word (lick?) when it comes to her hair style.

Lacy

Catcher's mitt that belonged to my grandfather.

Memory

So I was helping one of my "moms" with some organizing on Saturday.  We found her husband's WWII Navy uniform in a bag and I was amazed at how small it was.  When I commented on the size, she found an album showing her husband wearing it.  Before packing the uniform away in a cedar chest, I asked if I could photograph it.

I took a variety of images, which was no small task since the area I wanted to cover really required me to stand at the ceiling, which I didn't want to do.  I had to widen some shots in order to get the whole uniform in,  which showed a lot of background space.  I was going to use the image below as today's blog pic, but it just doesn't tell the same story the the one above does.

Seeing the snappy uniform with the pictures of the fresh-faced young recruit against the backdrop of a wheelchair, walker, and the same Navy man sitting in his recliner 74 years later, spoke volumes to me from the moment I saw it.  Sometimes the best images are the ones we don't plan.

On this Independence Day, I salute everyone who has fought for this country.

Stealthy

I'm hiding.  You can't see me.

Showy

Dainty