No one's life is sane. It is learning how to live with the insanity that is the trick. Sure, down South, we all have our skeletons in the closet. The difference is - we open the doors and let them dance on the front porch. After all, who doesn't have a mother who thinks she knows it all, a father who knows best, at least one irritating sibling, and that weird uncle no one wants to sit by at supper. I'm not sure what "Normal" is, but whatever it is, I know I live a bit south of it.
My Life A Bit South of Normal
Monday, October 1, 2012
Photography Post - Goats
Sometimes I just see something and think, "If I don't take of picture of that, there is no way I can truly describe what I saw." These goats were in this pen in the back of a pick-up truck at a flea market.