Wednesday, July 07, 2010

2 comments:

servant said...

Karl says the Mackerel are not running yet here ... he was out fishing early on this foggy morning ... he showed me where the smoke houses used to be when the wharf was still there and how the sea glass on the shore was all taken by a group of women one day ... and he shared this little poem with me ...

Baxter's Harbour of all places,
Fish, guts and ugly faces.
Fish and guts have all displaced us
And all that's left are ugly faces.

Well, yours isn't one of them, Karl ... :)

Kenny and his truck he made ... hauls logs he cuts with his hand made logging saw ... amazing man who makes amazing machines who was made in the image of an amazing God ...

marley said...

omg that is my grandfather by the tractor lol