Lakeland living
Life is good
- Location
- Ontario Canada
A great way to start the day, great views.
Our version of retirement: Living a childhood dream
- Thread starter Gary O'
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Got busy all day, but late this afternoon spotted something I had yet to see
Got my Nikon out
Now, mourning doves are plentiful here, and are almost a nuisance with all their sounds
….and I've noticed that oftentimes they flit about in twos
On the way to the well house I spotted two, sharing on an old snag
Took several frames
Never know what you'll capture
Notice in the last frame, they got close
Close enough to make a little heart beneath their beaks
Yeah, one never knows
Got my Nikon out
Now, mourning doves are plentiful here, and are almost a nuisance with all their sounds
….and I've noticed that oftentimes they flit about in twos
On the way to the well house I spotted two, sharing on an old snag
Took several frames
Never know what you'll capture
Notice in the last frame, they got close
Close enough to make a little heart beneath their beaks
Yeah, one never knows
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The tiny birds are back!
Saw my first chickadee of the season yesterday
and this morn, the first nuthatch
the only bird known to walk DOWN a tree
Granted, the chickadees are a tad cuter
but tend to show me what they think of my camera most every time I point it at 'em
Saw my first chickadee of the season yesterday
and this morn, the first nuthatch
the only bird known to walk DOWN a tree
Granted, the chickadees are a tad cuter
but tend to show me what they think of my camera most every time I point it at 'em
Meanderer
Senior Member
Gary, here's a "racy tail" for ya! .....don't tell anyone.
Sedaris' 'Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk': Aesop, Rated R
Sedaris' 'Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk': Aesop, Rated R
Aunt Bea
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- Location
- Near Mount Pilot
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And wishing you many more fires to come!
Calm and peaceful morning, smoke rising from the chimney, and I'm hoping, Gary, is relaxing with his feet up, enjoying a piping hot cup of morning brew, while reveling in all that life has to offer.
Happy Saturday morning to you, Gary!
The A frame has zero room for a wood stove, but my lady's kitchen is on the north end, with a handy propane stove
Perfect. It's been decades since I enjoyed classic A-Frame living, as I had a school friend who's parents owned a recreational property with an A-Frame on it, and we'd stay there on weekends every now and then, and aside from the spectacular views from the bank of windows that rose from floor to ceiling, nothing beat the warmth and hominess of all the exposed wood beams and paneling.
Gorgeous, Gary.
Well, it's not the most efficient design, but, like you, I do love the look/feel
It was a fun build
At a 58° pitch, not much snow stays on that roof
I do do that from time to time
I've designed my own builds
Oftentimes just on a quad pad to figger form/fit/function
The A frame was a big question mark in my head, so I built a model to prove my figurings
treeguy64
Hari Om, y'all!
- Location
- Austin, TX.
Happy Belated Birthday, my brother! Hope things are humming along at your homesite!
Now that's what I call the handy-work of a true master-craftsman!
Your shop looks lovely! Brings back such warm memories for me.
I was still peddling around on a tricycle when we moved to a new area of town, and next door to us was a neighbour that tinkered. He built this, he built that, he fixed this, and he fixed that, and little did I know at the time, the good neighbour would become the bike mechanic for all of us neighbourhood kids. We'd often show up at his shop like a biker-gang rolling into town looking for a cold brew, with one kid needing air, another needing something tightened, and someone else who's brakes were failing. In we'd go with frowns and sometimes tears, and out we'd emerge with smiles from ear-to-ear.
A flat tire, a chain that fell off, a broken frame, he was always there for us. From spring until early fall, the door of his workshop/garage was open, and there he'd be, smoking his pipe (gosh how I love the smell of pipe tobacco), and messing around in his shop, and everyone, no matter who you were, were always welcome to drop-in for some good conversation and a cup of coffee prepared on his wood stove, and for chairs, there was an array of cut logs to sit down on, but most of all, and I mention this, because I spotted your stereo on the shelf, our neighbour always had his radio playing.
I still remember the day when the noise of him tinkering and messing around fell silent. I cried so hard. Our neighbourhood was never the same. His workshop was like a book, with a little bit of everything inside, something for everybody.
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