A journal through photos

A Beautiful Sunny Day

Some more photos from the visit to my grandparent’s house on the weekend.

I can’t even begin to guess how many hours I spent on this swing when I was a little kid. My favorite thing was when my grandpa would come out and push me on the swing because he would push me so high I could touch the branches of the tree with my feet (and I was pretty much parallel to the ground!)



Peter saw my lens cap lying in the grass and for a moment it looked like he was going to crawl too it.


but then he changed his mind…



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