"Daddy! Are we there YET?"
A visit to Borderland State Park
Marscel serenades us while we wait for the mob
Behold "The Mob" talking, discoursing and of course chatting
Micaiah enjoys his meal
I have no idea why ... so don't ask!
Off for a course of disc/frisbee golf
The idea is to get your disk to the hole within par, just like golf
Evidence of the recent deluge we were plagued with
The sign gives me an idea
I defy even Sir Walter Raleigh to come up with a better idea
Back on dry land, the game continues
The contrast of Art (of course, If I was Obama, I would have said, "The Audacity of Art".... but I'm not)
Is that the patented Niednagel smirk?
The blissfulness of kiddo-ness
Hobbits as you've never known them
Kind of reminds me of a Far-Side cartoon, something like ... "Unbeknownst to Mama Monica, Jack had worked for days perfecting the innocent drool"
"Lean against this rock?"
Yes! That rock
Well, every Sunday comes to an end ...
Every day with perfect lighting only makes us anticipate the next.
The day of rest is over, the week is left to be conquered.
Another week to experience God's grace
Another week to live
(I know it doesn't rhym ... I think that is called prose)