Walking North From Beese Park Garden

The view in Beese Park looking East from the memorial benches at the far South end of the park. Note the several "picture frames" created naturally by the various trees.

Approaching two of the willow tree "frames."

Looking over the road to the marsh land.

Another over-road looking at marsh land shot.

Yet another. Similar, yes, but subtlely different.

Wild grasses thriving.

A fallen tree gives the ferns some shelter.

That shadowy hand would be ME.

Blue skies, nothing but blue skies.

Approaching the path to the Beese Park marsh and walking paths.

Golden rod looking so regally royal and elegant.

Bethlehem Lutheran Church of Elgin, Illinois

At home & nearby

Grass is rather lush. Flower bed along the South wall of the house.

Lush, but uneven. You can see where we tried to fix where the root of the tree we had extracted, but it is really one mean bitch to rid ourselves of.

From the last time I got leied.

How did this ATLANTA picture ever get into here?

The house reflects pensively on another one of the thrice-annual once every 50 year floods.

Check out that AWNING. Markus is nowhere near as incompetent as he tries to appear to be.

This is where the water must move!

Ralph & the Lute Ran Hotties Posin' for Posterity

ABOVE:  As you can see, they can still dress up real purty.


BELOW:  Ralph and the Lute Ran Hot Teas posin, always posin.

We beseech thee, oh God of lost and found things - if it be Tthy will, let the camera appear. Amen.

Pictures of the saints - when the saints go marching in

The Saint Barb Barke and Carolyne Hammans

Saint Barb and 100+ year old Nell

The three saints are gathered

A few of my favorite things

Above:  First take of Debbie's photographic journal of her favorite Canteen customers.Favorite mom, favorite of mom's friends, favorite worst best waitress ever, favorite over-priced breakfast restaurant.

Above:  Debbie took this photograph of Juanita, Mark, and me at the Canteen Restuarant. Mark needs to shed some poundage.

Above:  Bed & Breakfast deck overlooking the lake at sunset.

No. That's just ice tea on the table; not scotch.

Lovely view of Baker's Lake, looking East off of George Street.

Above: A more densely foilaged view from George Street, looking East, over the lake (which can't quite be seen).

At the hotel waiting for the invasion of the Hockett cousins

Patriarchs Uncle Mike and Uncle Ralph - looking more comfortable in each other's space than anyone could ever remember

Drunken picture taker goes all soft and fuzzy on the cornucopia of the Haloween season

Okay - somebody got this one good

 Our oldest cousin - the pregnant Mark Raymond Ganzer - commiserating with Robin; Sam sucking it in for appearances sake.

Sam and Mark in the background - Sam looks to be feeling the effects of his first three slammed orange beers.  Mark looks like he needs to burp, or poop.

Somebody has a Sam-Mark fetish - but we get an orange-dressed table server into the picture (Robert, the GOOD SON, is shown in the center, rapping with Jeff; they have little in common; Robert, just too straight arrow).