315 Tricou Street
I painted some rings.
Sally investigated zinnias from our garden.
I made an animation rig.
I found a snazzy nest.
I made a pizza with brussels sprouts on it.
The last good picture of Sally.
Buddy getting in a bucket.
Buddy interfered with my work.
I grew some nice jalapeños.
I grew a beard.
Buddy posed for a picture.
What did this note mean?
This was the extent of my beard.
Otter came over for a nap on my work table.
Another bonfire in my yard.
I made some shelves.
Buddy found a new place to sleep.
Otter napped on my keyboard.
I cut down an old clothesline support and it was a lot harder than I thought it would be.
I found a shed snake skin in my fire pit.
We came home after Hurricane Ida to survey the damage.
Buddy napped with me.
Buddy tried to help me with my Unimog painting.
I got started on a painting of a Unimog.
We had a big bonfire to burn up the post-Ida fallen limbs.
An average day for Bubba.
We had a Monday evening bonfire at my place.
Found some dumped tires, got my labs done, got lunch, and watched a Bengals game at Markey's Bar.
I put new strings on my guitars.
I had a solo bonfire.
I took a picture of Buddy on the bed.
Gina went to City Hall and sent me a picture of a map.
Buddy turned on the lightbox.
I made a new improved animation setup.
Just another bonfire.
Another look at my place on Tricou Street.
I caught Buddy.
An anole came in the house.
I found a bird's nest partly made of tape.
Buddy slept in the sunlight.
Buddy got in the bass drum.
A cat slept in my bed. It wasn't my cat.
I painted a typical man.
The first cold day of the year.