No, not a scandal, but a gate my friend Joe made for the entrance to his dad's place.
March 21, 2008
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2 comments:
Beautiful metal work but what strikes me in that photo is how flat and wide open it is there where you live. Hard for this New England girls brain to wrap around.
He wasn't particularly proud of it, and didn't want me to post it. I told him I wouldn't, but I lied. -grin-
It's semi-flat right there, but it's rolling hill country. You can see where the horizon "ends" and that's where Red Deer Creek is, very hilly and full of beautiful old cottonwood trees.
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