The Staves - Mexico
via Violet Bella


A few pics from a walk we took last weekend when the sun made a rare appearance. I though the scenery was quite beautiful, but Justin was less than impressed. He is not a forest hiker. He is a fan of mountains. Myself on the other hand, I don't mind "looking" at mountains, but as far as climbing them -- give me a hill in the woods any day.
My paternal grandfather was born November 15th, 1915. Although he has been gone for a few years now, I am always reminded of him -- his sense of humor, his dedication to his art, and his larger than life personality. I am truly blessed to have had his influence in my life and I will always miss him... no matter how many years pass by.






Fall always seems to fly by so fast. One minute it is here and the next it is gone. I took a long muddy walk yesterday to try to catch some of it. Though I don't think Fall here could ever compare to the amazing colors of the season in the Midwest, there still was that comforting crispness in the air...