But Peter rose and ran to the tomb; stopping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; and he went home wondering at what had happened.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Monday Morning
Sunday, September 14, 2008
A Short Century
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Corn, Corn, Corn
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Saturday, September 6, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Visitors
Sophie doesn’t live here.
Rachel doesn't live here either, but when they're both here at the same time, I get to see a fresh subject through a fresh photographer's eyes. Thanks for the photos, Rachel. Nice.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Summer's Last Fling
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Sunflowers drying to attract birds when the rest of it is covered in snow.
A tall spike of lettuce seeds drying behind the gate, to be harvested and planted next spring.
Blue jeans drying on the hot fence (electricity turned off, please).
And three kinds of tomatoes – not drying at all.